“But why kill him now?” said Jamison.
Southern shrugged. “He had sold out to him. I doubt he was going to be staying here. This might have been his last chance.”
Jamison said, “He did mention moving away to France. He told us he hoped Caroline would come with him.”
Dawson glanced uncertainly at Southern and then at Decker. “I feel like my entire world has turned upside down.”
“I can understand that,” said Decker.
“What are you going to do now?” asked Southern.
“Find a killer,” said Decker. “It’s the only reason we’re here.”
“SO ANY THOUGHTS on how to catch the killer?” asked Jamison.
They were in her room at the hotel. Decker hadn’t spoken a word since they had left the saloon.
Decker didn’t answer right away. “Let’s get back to basics: motive, means, and opportunity.”
“Well, Caroline had the motive to kill her father. She stands to inherit, and she was also furious with him for selling out. But she didn’t have the opportunity. We saw her in town around the time Dawson was killed. So she’s ruled out. Now, Shane, I guess, could have a motive to kill his father, because he stands to inherit, but he also has an alibi for the time McClellan was killed. The exotic toxin came from a place Hugh frequented. I doubt anyone else around here visits Australia on a regular basis. And even though you think Dawson didn’t kill himself, that doesn’t mean he didn’t kill McClellan. From what Liz Southern told us tonight, he might have had a motive if he thought McClellan had killed his wife. He wanted revenge.”
Without a word, Decker got up and walked to the door.
A stunned Jamison said, “Where are you going?”
“For a walk.”
“Why?”
“I need to think. Something here just doesn’t make sense.”
After he left, Jamison slumped back on her bed in obvious frustration, put a pillow over her face, and screamed into it.
* * *
It was chilly and windy, and Decker stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked along the dark and mostly empty streets of London. The most difficult thing about this case was there were too many angles to adequately grab even one for long. They had been entirely reactive, instead of proactive. Every time he felt he was gaining traction, another event would force them into an entirely new direction. Part of that was happenstance, he was sure. And he was also certain that part of it was intentional.
He entered the OK Corral Saloon once more, took a seat at the bar, and ordered a beer. When it came he cradled it, closed his eyes for a few moments, and went over everything in his head.
Irene Cramer was dead.
Pamela Ames was dead.
Hal Parker had been taken.
Beverly Purdy was dead.
Walt Southern had killed himself.
Brad Daniels was nearly killed.
Stuart McClellan was dead.
Hugh Dawson was dead.
And a host of foreign mercenaries were no longer living, largely thanks to Robie and Reel, but others still might be around.
However, Decker did not consider the secret prison to be connected to the above events. That was encapsulated and solved and the appropriate parties punished.
But clearly the All-American Energy Company and the bunker full of toxic chemical and biological weapons were connected. And the responsible parties had not been fully accounted for and punished.
Another question really nagged at him. How had these mercenary types even learned about the secret bunker with the weapons? Brad Daniels would surely have mentioned any foreign-looking folks coming to visit him and asking strange questions.
So by process of elimination they could have learned about it one of two ways: from Ben Purdy or Irene Cramer. Then they could have bought the land where the bunker was buried from the Brothers, started the drilling operation, and gone from there.
But Cramer had been killed, and it seemed obvious to Decker that Purdy was dead, too. So had they learned about the bunker, or parts thereof, from each of them? So that each of them had to later die?
Then Decker considered a question he never had before.
Did Purdy and Cramer know each other? Were they working together to figure this out? And had they gotten discovered, and then were killed?
And what had Cramer swallowed that they needed to so desperately get back that they cut open her belly and intestines looking for it?
All good questions. And he had not a single answer to any of them.
And by this point in the investigation, he should have had at least one answer.
He opened his eyes and drank his beer, sullenly looking over the bar area as he did so.
He was growing weary of this town, because it would not give up the secrets it was holding. And his “infallible” memory was not providing much help, either.
A man sat down next to Decker.
When Decker glanced over, he was staring at Will Robie.
The man was quietly dressed in jeans, an oversized sweatshirt, and worn boots. A John Deere baseball cap sat on his head. If he was armed, Decker saw no bulge. Maybe that was the reason for the bulky sweatshirt.
Robie ordered a beer and waited for it to come as he continually scanned the room and everyone there.
“You look pensive,” Robie said.
“That’s because I am. Did you find what was in that bunker?”
“We’re officially not in the loop. DoD and Homeland Security are all over it. But unofficially, I can tell you that they haven’t yet. ‘Slow and steady’ is the rule for that. You were right about the tunnel. They broke through the wall and found it. They put additional countermeasures on top of the cement your friend poured into the pipe, to ensure that stuff will never get to the surface. They’re probably going to have to build another bunker around the original vault before they’re comfortable opening it up and seeing exactly what’s inside.”
“Anything else?” asked Decker.
“We did some digging on the All-American Energy Company. Turns out there are international layers to it, which puts it squarely in my agency’s wheelhouse.”
“International how?”
Robie said, “It’s a shell, owned by another shell incorporated in Bermuda that is, in turn, owned by another shell we ran to ground in London. After that, the trail vanished.”
“And with North Dakota fracking off-line, what would that do to this country’s energy independence?”
“It wouldn’t help it. And the price of certain types of crude and even natural gas would have spiked.”
“So that helps other energy-producing countries,” said Decker.
“The Middle East, Russia, Canada, Venezuela.”
“I don’t see the Canadians behind this. And Venezuela is imploding right now.”
“So either the sheiks or Putin then,” opined Robie.
“Or maybe both,” said Decker. “The world has produced some strange bedfellows lately, and Russia has made inroads into that part of the world, for sure. But they had to have local operatives here, to get the lay of the land, do the deal to get the property, and set up the whole thing while at the same time keeping under the radar.”
Robie took a swallow of his beer. “I think that makes a lot of sense. So how do you get to the finish line?”
“We keep digging. It’s all we can do.”