Okay. Progress.
Next, let’s assume that this particular guy — we’re still calling him Sweetwater — had been in a Marine Corps intelligence unit. Operating in a forward area. Put together “Native American” and “Military Intelligence” and it added up to — and this was only a guess, but it felt right to Dalton — it added up to Code Talkers.
Code Talkers, their very existence, had been one of the best-kept secrets of the Second World War. Dalton had no idea if they’d been used in the Korean War as well. But it stood to reason. What would work against the Japanese would certainly work against the North Koreans and the Chinese Communists. Whoever let that covert dog run loose had probably been promptly fired for the lapse. If not jailed.
But was this guy his guy?
Military intelligence was a great talent pool. It was entirely possible that a decorated Marine combat vet serving as a Code Talker would get a recruitment visit from an agent in the U.S. government. Probably the Defense Intelligence Agency, but not necessarily. Still, this definitely connected to Dalton’s unknown target.
Okay. Back to LexisNexis: COMANCHE and CLAN NAMES and APISHAPA.
Back came a string of about six separate clan names, all of them connected to the Apishapa tribal subgroup. Not one of them was Sweetwater. He had Knife, Escondido, Goliad, Red Bird, Sand Walker, and Horsecoat. But no clan with the Sweetwater name. That made sense. If his unknown target had actually been a Code Talker, then the Corps would have given him a cover name. He looked back at the list of clan names, and one jumped out at him.
Horsecoat.
The image on the fragment of scorched paper included the word “seco.” Did that fragment form part of the word “Horsecoat”?
To be safe, he ran a LexisNexis search on all the clan names in the list. It took him another five minutes, his fingers flashing over the keyboard, each search cross-referenced to MILITARY SERVICE and COLORADO MINER ARTICLES. He got several hits.
One of the Knife clan members had joined the Army in 1967. Two kids from the Escondido clan had gotten scholarships from ROTC on the Denver State campus in 1971. One had died in some place called Anh Khe, which Dalton vaguely recalled was an Air Cav base in the highlands of central Vietnam. A Goliad clan member by the name of Consuelo had been killed in a multiple-car accident near the town of Trinidad, Colorado, back in 1997. Consuelo Goliad had been predeceased, in the charming obituary phrase, by her husband, Héctor Rubio González, a member of the Mexican Air Force Reserves.
A Red Bird clan woman had been found murdered in her double-wide outside Pueblo; the boyfriend, an AWOL Mexican soldier, had been indicted later. A Horsecoat clan member, first name Wilson, described in a back-page article under the heading “Crimes and Misdemeanors” as a “youth,” was charged in 2004 with weapons dangerous and Possession for Purposes of Trafficking — disposition ROR, Released Own Recognizance.
And on April 9, 1948, a seventeen-year-old Timpas boy named Daniel Jeremiah Escondido, a clan member also known as “Pinto,” had been charged with three counts of assault during a fight with three Air Force men from Schriever AFB in a bar outside Trinidad, Colorado.
This article carried a Colorado State Police Intake photo, a crisp black-and-white shot of a hard-looking slab-faced Native American boy with a bull neck and long silky black hair worn down to his shoulders. In the full-face shot, his small black eyes, deep-set in a blunt, angry pockmarked face, stared straight out at the camera as if he were trying to figure out the best way to skin, gut, and eat the cop behind it.
In the profile shot he had a prominent hatchet nose, a broad thrusting chin, an irregular blotch of pale pink skin showing just above his collarbone (source of the nickname Pinto?), and very small ears.
In the visible ear — he was facing to his left — he was wearing a small silver earring, a crescent over an iron cross. Exactly the earring that the old man calling himself Sweetwater had been wearing in Carovita, and, now that he was looking at it again, a design very similar to the crude drawing that the killer had left on the mirror in Joanne Naumann’s bathroom, missing only the flowerlike scrawl above it. Dalton picked up the little digital camera and found the image again.
Whatever the significance of the scrawl, the design of the earring was too close and far too unusual to ignore it as a coincidence. And the boy’s face did radiate, in a much cruder and more latent form, the same kind of malice, of brooding power that had surrounded Sweetwater in Venice. The similarity of the silver earring to the crude scrawl in Joanne Naumann’s bathroom, that was too much to disregard.
As he looked at the boy’s face, Dalton’s doubt, his investigative skepticism, his unwillingness to be led astray by a false lead, all of this slowly eroded in the presence of that flat reptilian glare, until his intuitive sense hardened into a moral certainty.
This was the man.
Daniel Jeremiah Escondido.
Known as Pinto.
To nail it down, he still needed a much more recent shot. Since this Pinto kid had already tangled with the law back in 1948, Dalton was prepared to bet it wasn’t his last go-round. He logged onto the Bureau of Prisons database and typed in:
Escondido, Daniel Jeremiah, AKA Pinto
Born Timpas Colorado DOB Unknown
The BP mainframe seemed to take forever. Then the screen flickered and he was looking at a single closely typed page that seemed to be the record of a prisoner named Daniel Jeremiah Escondido, AKA Lucha, AKA Pinto Escondido, AKA El Cuchillo, file number 8929-030, a Comanche who had been convicted of drug trafficking and multiple homicides — three DEA agents had gone missing in southeastern Colorado and he had been implicated in the disappearances. Pinto had been convicted and sentenced to twenty years at hard labor in the Montana State Prison Facility at Deer Lodge.
When did he go in?
Date of incarceration: February 19, 1986
Released / time served: March 20, 2006
He’d been out in the world for over a year now, time served, no parole, no supervision. Gone. The man had simply sunk back into the great American desert like water from a busted canteen.
Daniel Jeremiah Escondido, commonly known as Pinto, had been born into the Escondido clan of the Apishapa Comanche nation near the town of Timpas, Colorado, on November 10, 1931, which put him well past the far end of Dalton’s estimated age range.
According to his prison background file, he joined the United States Marine Corps in 1949. Service number 2543-773-010. He served with the Marines all through Korea. Awarded a Silver Star for conspicuous bravery at the Reservoir. Mobbed out in 1965 at the age of thirty-one with the rank of gunnery sergeant, and according to the IRS files, his last active service location with the Marines was in the brig at Parris Island, where he was apparently a guest of the Corps for three years before his — get this — his Dishonorable Discharge in sixty-five.
Dishonorable?
How does a Marine combat vet, a gunny with a Silver Star and twelve years of peacetime service, get himself an additional three years busting his hump at Parris Island before being tagged with a Dishonorable and tossed out onto civvie street in 1965?
Not surprisingly, there was no mention in the files of what his duties had been during those twelve years, where he had served them, in what capacity, connected to what unit. Or why he ended up in the brig. But the Code Talker Military Operational Specialty did bring him deep into the orbit of covert ops. It was time to look up his service records.