“True.”
“Has anyone reached out to him?”
That’s a good question. “I don’t know, actually. When I was taken away, Savvy was being questioned by the officer. She must have given him the guy’s name.”
Durango pulls out his phone and starts typing. “I’ll ask Reed if he can find out through his contact.”
While he’s occupied, I check my messages. Reed sent atext that says he hopes I’m doing all right. I reply that I am. So much for a few days of relaxing.
That’s when I remember my car is up at the cabin. Maybe Durango will drive me up there. If not, I’ll grab a cab if I can get one to drive me out that far. The cabin fridge is already stocked, and I won’t have to worry about the guys popping by to check on me at any time of day. I love all the guys I work with. They are like my brothers, but they are also annoying in that way sometimes, too.
“Okay, do you need anything else?” Durango asks.
I take a deep breath. “A ride to my cabin?”
His brows shoot up. But then he stands up. “All right. Let’s go.”
“Really?”
He shrugs. “I’ve always got your back.”
“Thanks. I really appreciate it.”
He grins. “Don’t worry. I’m sure I’ll ask you for something soon.”
Knowing Durango, he won’t. But if he ever does, I’ll be here for him.
CHAPTER 6
Axel
As much as I enjoyed the cabin, I’m happy to be back at work today. It hurt too much to try to kayak because it pulled on my stitches, so I found myself sitting around, thinking too much about everything that happened. We still aren’t certain who the target was.
Ten minutes before I’m scheduled to meet with Reed, I hear him yelling at someone near the front door. Reed isn’t one to raise his voice, so something is wrong. I leave my office and find Durango heading that way, too.
Next to Piper’s desk stands a man with a well-groomed beard and a smile, holding his phone up as Reed yells.
“Hawthorne was a good man, and I will not stand for someone to speak ill of him just to try to get their fifteen minutes of fame. Get out!”
The guy glances at Durango and me. “Would either of you like to speak on the record?” he asks, wiggling his phone and still smiling. Why is he smiling?
“No, they would not. This is private property. Get out now,” Reed says.
“Whatever you say.” He turns and leaves.
Reed steps up to the front window and watches.
“What was that about?” Durango asks.
Reed’s shoulders slump as he turns around. The man went from angry to defeated in a mere second. “That man says he’s doing a podcast about Stacy because he believes she was set up and had nothing to do with Hawthorne’s murder.”
Hawthorne was Reed’s best friend and business partner and our old boss. He was a great man. Unfortunately, he made a poor choice in a wife. Hawthorne loved to skydive, and Stacy used that against him. She paid someone to tamper with his parachutes, and Hawthorne fell to his death. Stacy was convicted by a jury and sentenced. There is no doubt about her guilt. Her motive was clear—she wanted his money.
“Wait! What? Why now? And why about Stacy? There is no doubt she’s guilty,” I say.
“No idea. Frankly, I don’t want to know. I don’t want to hear that woman’s name ever again.” Reed storms to his office and slams the door.
I’ll bet Stacy is using this guy and his podcast to rewrite history. She doesn’t care what this will do to Reed or to Alicia, Hawthorne’s daughter.
