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Chapter 40 - Resurrection
So far: The river has died, and River wants to die too. But there is
Luv to think about, and her family. The men try to track down the
killers, and are assisted by a very attractive and competent OPP
officer, and a very plain and incompetent MoE agent.
------ ------ ----
The men went to the Waters' house first, and finding it empty, went
next door to Nick and Marilyn's where they found it nearly full of
women. River was holding Luv while eating pancakes. Liesl was cooking
them. Marilyn, Alison, Shelly and Helen were all sitting around the
table. The one exception to the femaleness of the situation was Mark,
who had just gotten back from middle school and had found his home
empty. He too was eating. Both River and he were no longer nourished by
the river, and found their appetites greatly increased.
Ben immediately went to River and plucked Luv from her arms, only to
find that his granddaughter roared in displeasure. "She is a little
picky right now, Dad," Marilyn said as he quickly returned the baby to
River. "She won't even let me hold her right now."
"I see. If these culprits have made it so that I can't even hug my dear
granddaughter, then there will be hell to pay," Ben said.
"You found out who did it?" Mark asked.
"We have an idea," Nick said. "We are pretty sure we found the spot
where the chemicals were dumped. We have an idea who did it, but we
have to catch them in the act. We're going to set up a watch tonight,
and every night until we find them. They will pay for this."
"There is nothing they can pay that will atone for what they have
done," River said glumly. "But I want to be there with you tonight."
"I will be there too," Mark said.
"You will not," Alison said. "You will be at home, in bed, not
traipsing around all night."
"I am the Protector," Mark announced. "I will be there."
"You are 11. Stop pretending you are a teenager. You will do as I say,"
Alison insisted, looking at Dale.
"I will look after them, honey," Dale said. "This is important to him."
Alison stopped talking entirely, and just glared at her husband.
"We should go and look around the site again," Wayne suggested. "We can
see how many men we can conceal in the trees, and where to put April
where she can get a photo safely."
"I want to see," River announced.
"You can't. You need to stay with Luv," Alison said.
"Luv can come along," Marilyn said. "I want to see as well. I haven't
been out of the house all day."
The group went in four trucks. River, Luv and Marilyn were bundled in
with Wayne, who drove slowly since he had a baby that was not in a car
seat. The convoy went down the river to the spot where the tracks had
been. But Wayne kept driving after the other three trucks stopped.
"Keep going, Wayne," River had said. "I can feel something. They went
past the mill, outside of the reserve, and crested a small rise. "Stop
here," River said with excitement in her voice. She got out of the
truck after Marilyn, and walked to the low bank of the river, still
carrying Luv. She reached out and put her hand into the water, pulling
it back quickly from the cold. She stroked her hand over Luv's face,
and the baby gurgled in glee.
"It isn't dead," River announced. "It is still here. Weak, but still
alive. It can't warm the water for me, but it is talking to me. The
voice is weak, but it is alive." She handed the baby to Marilyn, who
was amazed to get a smile from her daughter for the first time that
day. River put her hands into the water several times, leaving them
longer and longer each time. She finally filled a canteen with the
river water, and stood.
"Come, let's go back to the others," she said, and Wayne drove them
silently to the other three trucks, with River silently musing over
what she had learned.
When they got out, the others looked questioningly at them. Ben was
surprised when Marilyn handed Luv to him, and then smiled as the baby
cuddled happily into his shoulder.
"We went further up the river," River said. "When we got here I felt a
trace, just a trickle, of something. We drove another few miles up,
past the mill, and it got stronger. It was the River. It is not dead.
Terribly wounded, but not dead. But another attack like last night's
could kill it entirely."
"Much of the pollution is lighter than water, and floats to the top. It
is what we saw this morning, and what has killed all the fish and
animals. But that was only from the points downriver. Up there the
water is still pure and cold. And the river spoke to me. It said there
is a scar that cannot be healed. Some of the chemicals dumped are
heavier than water, and flowed down into a slow spot, right about
there." She pointed into the middle of the river. "Those chemicals are
sitting on the bottom there, continuing to pollute the river, and it is
slowly killing the rest of the river." We have to get them out."
"How?" Nick said. "You haven't met the fool from the MoE. If it isn't
in his book then he won't be able to help. And to him, help is
something that is months away."
"We don't have months," River said. "I'd like to start today, right
now. It is killing the river. But I guess it can wait until tomorrow.
But we have to get started as soon as possible in the morning. And we
have to make sure that no more filth goes into the river."
"We have to catch them in the act," Nick said. "If we just get them
with the chemicals a sharp lawyer will say that they were just doing a
test on how to empty barrels. Chemical has to hit the water for our
case to be ironclad."
There was a major argument between the two. Nick wanted evidence, and
River wanted to protect the river from more damage. Finally they agreed
that once the first drop of chemical hit the river the natives would
pounce, minimizing the additional danger to the river.
There were several dozen good hiding places in the area, enough for 10
bowmen, River and Mark, Dale, Nick, April and two other photographers
she was bringing from the high school to cover different angles. The
cameras the students carried would have slave shutters triggered by the
flash of April's camera. When it flashed, theirs would as well. All
they had to do is aim and focus.
One of the natives would have a CB radio, with the other end in a cabin
with a phone. If the perps showed up, a call would be made to Const.
Harper in Terrace Bay.
The plan was completed back at the Waters' house over a supper that
Alison grudgingly supplied, assisted by Helen and her daughters. Alison
was still a bit stung by her children being allowed to participate in
what she considered a dangerous operation. As various natives started
coming in carrying bows and quivers full of arrows, her mood worsened.
She had to feed all of them as well.
As she ladled stew onto Tall John George's plate she looked him into
the eye. "You make sure that nothing will happen to my kids. Keep Mark
close to you. He is too young for all this."
The gap-toothed man smiled at her. "Mark will be okay. He is good. A
true warrior of the people. He is young, but the river has taught him
much. Much more than I have. You shouldn't worry."
"I am a mother," Alison snapped back. "Worrying is my job."
At nine p.m. the men started to head out. Sunset was a half hour away,
and they wanted to be well hidden before darkness fell. Luv was still
in her good mood again, so River had no qualms in leaving her with
Alison and Marilyn and joining the men. April and one of her students
were also female, but the rest of them were like a war party. Trucks
were taken to a cabin about two miles from the ambush point and left
there, with the group walking the rest of the way on foot.
------ ------- ----
Todd O'Neall didn't mind working the night shift. Last night they had
started at midnight and were done just after 2 a.m., but got paid for
the full eight hours. Tonight was going to take longer, since they
needed to make three trips to the river. After the test last night went
so well they decided to get rid of all the rest of the barrels tonight.
Then they wouldn't have to worry for another few weeks.
Sid had been a bit concerned about the effects of the chemicals on the
river, but rationalized that it couldn't get any more polluted. They
would clear out the stock of chemicals and then claim innocence when
the Ministry came calling. Apparently Sid had a plan to deal with them.
Todd was leading four of his buddies on this task. They had been high
school mates of Sid back in high school in Hamilton. While Sid had
gotten a job with a paper mill down there, the other four started to
work for the mob, in the protection racket mostly.
Todd had been seen on a video camera torching a store that had refused
to pay for protection, and had to lay low. Then he got the call from
Sid. His old friend had been made manager of a plant somewhere up in
the wilderness, and needed some muscle. Todd needed to get out of town
anyway, so he gathered a few of the boys together and they drove up
north of Lake Superior to the little town Sid worked at. They were
hired on at the plant, replacing a few Indians that Sid claimed weren't
working out. But they really didn't do much mill work. Mostly they did
little jobs for Sid. Like the time that they beat up the guy who was
making noises about a union.
They had tried a similar operation last winter on a young lawyer that
was causing Sid problems. Twice they had gathered around his house in
the early winter darkness, when the man normally came home. They
planned on giving him a beating. But both times they found that wolves
were also watching the house, and were chased back to their van down
the street. The second time Gus had gotten bitten by one of the wolves.
Luckily Sid called off the hit after that, although Gus needed nine
stitches at the little joke of a hospital in the town.
Tonight things went quicker at the mill. The men were better at using
the forklift to load the eight drums onto the truck. The fact that they
had to do two more trips meant they also were hustling, and just before
1 a.m. they were driving away with all four men in the crew cab.
It was only ten minutes to the dump spot, just outside the mill. They
had to drive slowly, since they didn't want to spill any chemicals into
the back of the truck. If they did, they would have to wash it. That
stuff was nasty. Tonight clouds blocked off the moon, which had lit the
way last night. But they were using the headlights on the truck as they
drove, and there were several flashlight units to illuminate the
disposal effort.
Todd backed the truck up to the river and set up the lights while the
boys let down the tailgate and wrestled the first barrel off. They just
started to tip it towards the river when all hell broke loose.
A shrill girl's voice shouted stop, and then there were flashes from
all over the place. Gus and Tommy let the barrel bounce back to its
upright position, which caused some of the liquid in it to backsplash,
getting the stuff all over them. They both started to scream bloody
murder. Wolves suddenly appeared all over the place, and the boys were
not fans of those beasts.
Todd reached into the pickup and grabbled the rifle in there. He pulled
it out, and then suddenly heard several twangs. He looked down and saw
that there were three arrows in his arm. Two went right through his
hand and wrist and into the rifle stock, while another went into his
upper arm. All he knew was that it hurt like hell. As he looked around
he saw a horde of people surrounding them, almost all natives.
There was a woman taking pictures. She took shots of each of them, as
well as shots of the truck: front license, loaded bed, tailgate down,
even a shot of the mill logo on the truck door.
Another girl was tending to Gus and Tommy, wiping the chemicals off
their faces with water from a canteen. The boys looked bad. The acid
they were dumping was dangerous, and had eaten deeply into their faces.
The water she was sponging on them seemed to lessen the pain, but there
was going to have to be a lot of plastic surgery done on those faces to
make them look human again.
Then the cops showed up. One car with two cops. A man and a pretty hot-
looking blonde lady cop. They started looking around, and took the
names of three natives, who then came along and painfully pulled their
arrows out of his arm and the rifle. The cops took the rifle, and then
the young girl who had been tending Tommy and Gus came over and dabbed
some water onto Todd's three wounds. The pain lessened immediately and
the bleeding soon clotted.
Then a second OPP car appeared, with two more male officers. The four
arrested the gang and bundled them off to the holding cells in Terrace
Bay. One officer remained on site to secure the scene and conduct more
interviews. Todd noted it was the cute blonde as he sat in the back of
the squad car with a moaning Gus.
----- ------- -----
"Ben, can you drive Mark home?" River asked. "Mom is going to be going
nuts. What time is it anyway?"
"It's 4:30," Nick said, looking at his phone.
"An hour until dawn. Or at least pre-dawn, when we will be able to see.
Can someone call Kyle Audette and get him out here? Tell him I also
need some barrels. Empty ones, maybe six for a start."
"What are you planning to do, ma'am?" the officer asked.
"There are heavy metals from yesterday's batch polluting the river,
about over there," River pointed. "They are causing serious damage to
the environment, and I think we have a way to get them out."
Const. Harper looked at the spot that River had indicated and decided
that it was outside of her crime scene, so she didn't argue the point.
"I don't want to leave," Mark whined.
"Mom needs someone with her," River said patiently. "I've got to stay
here, but your job is done. You are the Protector, and I am safe. You
did your job. Now go and try to pry mother off of the walls I'm sure
she has been climbing worrying about us." Mark smiled at the mental
image and then went off with Ben.
A few minutes later Kyle and George rolled up. They towed a trailer
with an odd contraption on it, and there were six steel drums on the
back of the truck. "We worked all night and got the modifications done,
River," Kyle said. "Is that what you wanted?"
It was Kyle's golf ball retrieval machine which River had seen the
first time she had been in their shop. Only they had replaced the wire
net that scooped up golf balls with something halfway between the head
of a spade and a bucket. It could pull up a half a cubic foot of silt
from the river bottom.
"Let's see if it works," River said, and Kyle backed the unit up to the
bank of the river. From there he extended the boom into the river and
aimed it, under River's guidance. The first three scoops to come out
were just sand, but they were dumped into drums. The next one, though,
hit pay dirt, and a scoop of foul-smelling material came up and went
into the drums. River gasped. She could feel a tremor of relief coming
from the river as the filth was removed.
For the next two hours they brought up scoop after scoop of material.
At first there was about a 1:1 ratio of hits to misses, but then they
improved. River could feel the river strengthening.
"Oh, oh, here comes trouble," Nick said, and River could see a small
car appear with a Ministry of Environment decal on the door.
"What is going on? What are you all doing?" Agent Westerbrook said, his
eyes darting back and forth between the crime scene and the dredging
operation.
Fortunately the female constable took charge and spoke with the agent
first, explaining how the men had been caught in the early morning.
"Why wasn't I informed?" the agent whined.
"The police were not even called until the men had been apprehended by
the locals," Const. Harper said.
"These people ... can't you do something to stop them from interfering?
This is not the way an investigation is supposed to happen."
"These people, as you call them, did us a great service last night. If
it were not for them, the contents of these eight barrels would be in
the river right now. And, according to one of the men, they were
planning on bringing two more loads and dumping them. We have already
charged the four who have done this and plan to deal with the company
tomorrow ... er, later today."
"What are they doing over there?" Agent Westerbrook asked.
"I'm not sure, but I do need a chemical analysis of the contents of
each of these eight drums. Can you provide that for us?"
"Yes, certainly, I have a kit in my car."
River's dredging operation gained over an hour during the time the
agent was with the constable, and while he was taking his samples.
During that time the river told her that she had removed just over half
of the heavy metal contaminants, and that the river was no longer at
risk. It could never heal completely until all the filth was gone, but
at least there was little danger in the river completely dying.
"What are you doing? Do you have a dredging permit?" Westerbrook said
when he finally got over to River.
"This is reserve land, and the reserve doesn't need any permits," River
announced tersely. She hadn't met the man before, but she had heard
what the men had said about him yesterday.
"I'm not sure about that," the agent said. Permits were always
required, but the manual did say something about native lands being
special situations. He would have to study the addendum to the manual
to see what the rules were for native reserves. At any rate, these
people were continuing to dredge.
"God, that smells awful," the agent said as a particularly full scoop
was dropped into a nearly full barrel.
"Yes, you might want to test that," Wayne said. "It is some of the
heavy metal pollution that was dropped last night."
"What?" shouted the agent. "That is polluted material? You must stop
now. This is part of my investigation. If we find heavy metal
contaminants in the river, we will bring up dredging equipment from
Toronto to clear the material. You have to stop now. The manual is
clear on this."
Const. Harper had been listening intently. "This manual you speak of.
Is it a law, or just regulations and policies of your department?"
"Well, I don't know. It is what I was trained to operate under."
"Tell me, does it specify penalties? Mention whether or not crimes are
summary conviction or indictable? Talk about jurisdiction?"
"It mentions jurisdiction," the agent said. "It tells me what is within
my jurisdiction, and what is not. Criminal matters are left for the
police and the courts."
"I see. In that case it sounds like your manual is a policy and
procedures document, and therefore cannot be used to infringe on the
rights of these people to dredge their river. You might want to call
your office and get a clarification about that."
"I will, immediately. This has to stop." He fished out a cell phone and
tried to dial. "There is no service out here," he fumed. "I'll have to
call from town. Until I get back here, I don't want to see any more
dredging done."
He hopped in his car and sped away. River had paused for a moment but
then went back to directing Kyle in scooping out more filth.
"How is it that you know where to dredge," the officer asked River as
another scoop of evil-smelling material came up. River had to think
fast.
"These boys have waded in the river all their lives," she lied. She was
one of the few people who could stand to be in the icy river, and she
had never been in near here. "They knew there was a low area here, and
it is natural that any pollutants would roll into it from that dumping
area. The smell of that stuff tells us we are in the right place."
"But you said a while ago that the stuff was half gone. And that the
river was being healed. What did you mean by that?"
She was smart, River realized. She decided to come clean with her. But
not right now. "It is complicated," River said. "If you want to come
out here in a month or so I can give you some background on our people.
I will tell you the whole story then."
"Okay," Const. Harper said. "You say 'our people'. Surely you are not
First Nations?"
"Actually, I am partially Ojibwe," River said. "Not enough for card
status, but the band here have made me an elder at a very young age. I
will explain it all to you if you come visit next month. I think the
river will be ready for visitors by then."
"I'll be glad to come by," Const. Harper said. "Where is your lawyer
friend? And some of the others are missing too."
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