Cowboy Sanctuary. Elle James
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“So you have two CEOs who sold out for cash and shares, Tri Corp. Media bought the companies and land and both CEOs are now dead.” Cameron shrugged. “Sounds suspicious. Why don’t you take it to the police?”
Jack shook his head. “And tell them what? We don’t have any solid evidence to point toward Tri Corp. Media. For all we know TCM is just a company that knows when to make a good deal.”
Evangeline paced in front of the screen, the light from the projector painting mottled images across her gray suit. “All we have is this land coordinate and the disk. That and a few other puzzle pieces.”
“What puzzle pieces?”
Mike jumped in. “Durgin came to us scared he would be the next man murdered from a list of Kingston Trust investors.”
None of this was making much sense to Cameron. “Why don’t you go to the investment company that manages the trust and get the list of investors?”
“That’s just it, it’s a blind trust,” Evangeline responded. “They don’t have to share the names of the investors unless we get a court order and send in the police. We don’t have enough evidence to do that yet. We’re going on supposition.”
Lenny raised his hand. “I’m checking into Kingston and hope to know something soon.”
Mike added, “There’s also Milo Kardascian’s connection to the Russian mob through his gambling debts.”
“Wait a minute. Do you think the Russian mob is involved in this?” Cameron tapped his hat against his thigh, his brain scrambling to take it all in.
Evangeline’s shoulders rose and fell. “We’re not certain of anything yet. We do know Kardascian was a habitual gambler. He frequented the mob-run private gambling establishments in Central City where he gambled his way deep into debt.”
Jack snorted. “And the mob demands payment in one form or another.”
With too many questions and not enough answers, Cameron wasn’t liking where this investigation was going. “Do you think the mob or the owners of the trust are going to go after this land because of the oil?”
“Possibly.” Cassie had been watching Cameron intently, reading his lips. “Rather be safe than sorry. Apparently each investor only knows the name of one other investor as far as we can tell. We only know of the two who’ve died recently.”
Evangeline picked up the story. “Durgin had been told he himself was a target by the investor who had his name. Durgin knew only one other name, but he didn’t get to tell us before he was murdered. He was scared and asked for our protection. Unfortunately, someone got to him.”
“Let me get this straight. A business deal is about to go down somewhere along the border of the Bar M and the Flying W.”
Evangeline nodded. “That’s what we think.”
“Are we looking at a possible payment or a transfer of land or mineral rights?” Cameron asked.
Evangeline glanced at Rick and Cassie. “Apparently, the two CEOs sold their land before they knew it was rich in oil. They might not have known about the oil, but someone else did. Maybe the Russian mob that let Milo rack up a huge gambling debt, or the owner of the Kingston Trust. Maybe TCM has a hand in this. We don’t know yet. We do know that once the CEOs invested in the trust with their companies and land, they were murdered.”
For several seconds, the news sank in. A knot formed in the pit of Cameron’s belly. “You think that once they get the owners to sell or invest their land in the Kingston Trust, they kill them to keep the profits for themselves?”
“You tell me. We’re just guessing at this point.”
“What if the landowners don’t want to sell?” Cameron asked. “I know these people, their families have ranched that land all their lives.”
Mike tapped a pen to the table. “Kardascian and Durgin were forced to sell to get out of debt.”
“These ranchers don’t gamble.” Cameron snorted. “Hell, they don’t have time. They’re too busy trying to eke out a living raising cattle.”
“There are other ways to force people out.” Evangeline stared hard at Cameron. “They could ruin the business so they’re forced to sell. They’ve proven themselves ruthless, who’s to say they won’t take more drastic measures?”
Cameron froze. “You mean kill them and buy the property from the estate?”
“We don’t know for sure, but maybe. It looks like the Dry Wash location is the next acquisition target. That’s why we brought you in.”
Lenny clicked a key and the view screen zoomed in on the county plat map. The Bar M and the Flying W property lines reappeared in clear, clean lines.
Cameron stood still, his heart pounding in his chest and his thoughts racing ahead to the Bar M Ranch, his father, mother, brother and sister. Were they in danger? Surely they wouldn’t target an entire family to get the property. There were five of them, counting himself.
His gaze shifted to the Flying W, unless they planned to go after the low-hanging fruit. Hank Ward’s wife, Louise, had died eighteen years ago. They’d only had one child.
Jennie.
The air left his lungs in a rush. JennieWard. His Jennie.
Only she wasn’t his Jennie anymore. She’d married right after he left ten years ago. Although widowed now, she had no children of her own, that left just the two Wards—Hank and Jennie.
“What’s the game plan?” Cameron’s gaze swept the room coming to rest on Evangeline.
“We think the Wards and the Morgans need some warning about what might happen, and we recommend bodyguards.”
Cameron snorted. “Neither one of the families will ever believe they need a bodyguard. They’re ranchers. They take care of their own.”
“I was thinking of sending Jack in to speak to them,” Evangeline continued.
Already shaking his head, Cameron shot a look at Jack. “No offense, but they won’t listen to an outsider. My father might listen, because he knows Jack. Hank Ward is an entirely different story.”
“You know him?” Evangeline asked.
“Yes, ma’am.” Cameron dropped his hand, running the brim of his Stetson through his fingers. “But he won’t listen to a stranger.”
“Then could you go with Jack to make sure they take the threat seriously?” Evangeline asked.
The air in the room pressed in around Cameron. Go to the Flying W? Would Jennie be there? Ten years was a long time. Why did he still feel such a strong tug in his chest when he thought of Jennie? “The Wards and the Morgans have been feuding for close to thirty years. Don’t think it would do much good.”
Evangeline’s blue eyes darkened. “I don’t care if the Hatfields and McCoys are feuding, someone has to tell these people what they’re up agai—”
“I’ll go.” Cameron couldn’t believe the words jumped out of his mouth. The more he thought about it, the more he realized Jennie could be in danger. Jack was an excellent agent, one of the best, and he’d do a good job. However, Cameron couldn’t live with himself if something happened to Jennie and he wasn’t there to stop it. “I’ll go,” he repeated.
Evangeline’s mouth was still open from her last word. She shut it and tipped her head to the side. “You’re the right man to inform your family, but maybe Jack should speak to the Wards.”
“Look, I never went along with the feud. I thought it was a stupid waste of time.” That had always been the problem in his father’s eyes. If he’d stuck to the Morgan’s side of the fence, he never would have fallen in love with Jennie and he and his