Show Low: A Vince Roberts novel

"Where are you now?"
"East of Phoenix, in the mountains. It’s damp outside. I’m a little cold."
"I know. I can feel it when you’re cold. Why are you in Arizona?"
"I got picked up by a group of Mexican chili farmers. They were a lively bunch."
"Are you still hurting?"
"Not so much. I am managing to forget."
"Will you be alright?"
"I am ok"
"I thought of you the other night. I dreamt of a hawk flying, heading hard into the wind, struggling to gain altitude as it bucked the storm. The rain beat at the poor creature and the hail finally made it seek shelter. Was that you?"