 Harper Paperbacks and Harper Audio Present. The Shapeshifter. A Leaphorn and Chee novel. By Tony Hillerman. Performed by George Guidele. Chapter 1. Lieutenant Joe Leaphorn, retired, stopped his pickup about a hundred yards short of where he had intended to park, turned off the ignition, stared at Sergeant Jim Chee's trailer home, and reconsidered his tactics. The problem was making sure he knew what he could tell them and what he shouldn't, and how to handle it without offending either Bernie or Jim. First he would hand to whomever opened the door the big woven basket of fruit, flowers, and candies that Professor Louisa Bourbonette had arranged as their wedding gift, and then keep the conversation focused on what they had thought of a why on their honeymoon trip, and apologize for the duties that had forced both Louisa and him to miss the wedding itself. Then he would pound them with questions about their future plans, whether Bernie still intended to return to her job with the Navajo Tribal Police. She would know he already knew the answer to that one, but the longer he could keep them from pressing him with their own questions the better. Maybe he could avoid that completely. It wasn't likely. His answering machine had been full of calls from one or the other of them, full of questions. Why hadn't he called them back with the details of that totter obituary he wanted them to look into? Why was he interested? Hadn't he retired as he'd planned? Was this some old cold case he wanted to clear up as it going away present to the Navajo Tribal Police? And so forth. Louisa had provided him with a choice of two solutions. Just go ahead and swear them both to secrecy and tell them the whole truth and nothing but the truth, or just say he simply couldn't talk about it because it was all totally confidential. Don't forget, Joe, Louisa had said they're both in the awful gossiping circuit you police people operate. They're going to be hearing about the murders and the shooting and all the rest of it and by the time it gets passed along second, third and fourth hand it's all going to seem a lot more horrible than what you told me. With that Louisa had paused, shaken her head and added, if that's possible. Both of Louisa's suggestions were tempting but neither was practical. Chi and Bernie were both sworn in officers of the law, or Bernie would be again as soon as the papers were signed, and telling them everything he knew would put them in an awful ethical position. Sort of the same position he had landed in himself which he really didn't want to think about right now. Instead he'd think about Chi and Bernie, starting with how Bernie had already seemed to have a civilizing influence on Jim, judging from the nice white curtains Leaporn could see in the trailer's windows and, even more dramatic, the attractive blue and white mailbox with a floral design substituted for the rusty old tin box that had always before received cheese mail. Not, Leaporn guessed, that many people had been writing to Jim. Leaporn restarted his engine and began the slow drive toward the house. Just as he did, the door opened and there was Bernie waving to him and Chi right behind her big grin on his face. Quit worrying Leaporn told himself, I'm going to enjoy this. And he did. She took the basket, looking as if he had no idea what to do with it. Bernie rescued it, declaring it was just what they needed and how thoughtful it was of him and Louisa, and how the basket was beautifully woven, neatly waterproofed with pinion sap, and would long be treasured. Then came the handshaking and the hugs, and inside for coffee and conversation. Leaporn kept it on the Hawaii trip as long as he could, listening to Bernie's report on her arrangements to rejoin the tribal police and her chances of being assigned to Captain Largo's command, and being posted at T Snospas, which would be convenient, presuming that Chi would still be working at a shiprock. And so it went. Coffee sipped, cookies nibbled, lots of smiling and laughing, exuberant descriptions of swimming in the cold, cold Pacific surf. A silly scene in which an over enthusiastic Homeland Security man at the Honolulu Airport had been slapped by an elderly woman he was frisking, had seized her, and had been whacked again by her husband, who turned out to be a retired oft-decorated Marine Corps Colonel. This resulted in the Homeland Security supervisor wanting the Colonel. Sample complete. Ready to continue?