Rocky Mountain Maverick. Gayle Wilson
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was expressed to varying degrees in the three pairs of eyes, all of which had settled on him. Evaluating.
He was more than willing to play the role of consultant, but he had no interest in getting involved in any fieldwork. As slow as he was right now, he’d be a hazard to the rest of the team.
“I didn’t know you had a brother.” The comment sounded vaguely sympathetic, perhaps because it came from the only female member of the group.
“Fiona Clark,” Colleen said, introducing the woman who’d spoken. “Ex-FBI. From Chicago.”
“It’s nice to meet you.” Small, blond and delicate, Clark didn’t look or sound like anyone’s idea of an FBI agent, which had undoubtedly been to her advantage.
“Shawn Jameson. Arson investigator, currently employed at the Royal Flush. From…?”
“Around,” Jameson said. His blue eyes mocked the relevance of Colleen’s question.
Without seeming the least bit embarrassed by his lack of response, she turned to the last of the three operatives at the table.
“And this is Night Walker. Former bounty hunter and private security specialist. Night works with the horse-breeding operation here on the ranch. Among other things.”
Both the name and the long, raven’s-wing black hair indicated Walker’s heritage. As far as Michael was concerned, the fact that Colleen had hired him to handle her beloved horses said all he needed to know about the man’s character.
“I’m sure most of you know about the Langworthy kidnapping. With the media coverage, it would be pretty hard not to. Colorado Confidential has been asked to conduct its own investigation, since the official one seems to be going nowhere. And, more importantly, since there are some aspects of the case that set off alarm bells in Washington.”
“Can you tell us what those are?” Shawn asked.
“They haven’t told me,” Colleen admitted. “Just that, like other things we’ve handled for the Department of Public Safety in the last six months, there’s more to this abduction than meets the eye. We’ll be working closely with the head of the Colorado DPS, Wiley Longbottom, on a need-to-know basis. We’ve been told enough to determine some initial avenues of investigation. That’s our first order of business. To decide who does what.”
A little more democratic than what Michael was accustomed to, but no one seemed to find it strange that they were being let in on the decision making.
“As you know, Schyler Langworthy, three months old, was taken from his crib in the Langworthy’s home in Denver on the night of the Fourth of July. It happened while the family was attending a campaign rally for Josh Langworthy, who is currently a candidate for governor.”
“I think we all know the history on this,” Fiona Clark offered, obviously in an attempt to cut short the background.
“I wasn’t sure that Michael did,” Colleen explained.
Again, three pairs of eyes focused on him. Since his sister had covered most of this with him last night, Michael believed she had some other agenda for this rehash of things they all knew. He was willing to serve as her excuse.
“Samuel Langworthy thinks Governor Houghton and Senator Gettys are somehow involved, maybe in hopes that the kidnapping will distract Josh from the campaign. I’m not sure that belief is based on anything other than the political bad blood that exists between the three. Considering the seriousness of the accusation, however, Houghton and Gettys have been questioned. Discretely questioned, given their positions. The governor suggested that the kidnapping is a desperate move on the part of the Langworthy clan to gain a sympathy vote for Josh’s flagging campaign.”
“I thought he was ahead in the polls,” Shawn said.
“Not according to the opposition’s private polls. Who knows where the race really stands? However, according to our sources, Langworthy—that’s Samuel, not Josh—also hasn’t been completely forthcoming with the authorities. The agents who questioned him felt he might know more about his grandson’s disappearance than he told them. Given who he is, they couldn’t act on their feelings, of course.”
“Meaning no bright lights and rubber hoses for the head of the Colorado’s Centennial Family,” Fiona suggested lightly.
“Meaning Langworthy is still a very powerful and respected name in this state. Whatever investigation of the family we undertake must also be discreet. Very discreet.”
Michael’s gaze had been drawn to Night Walker, maybe because he was the only one who hadn’t offered an opinion or a suggestion. However, there seemed to be some spark of animation in those dark eyes now that hadn’t been there when the former bounty hunter had been introduced.
“That’s why I thought Night might be the ideal candidate to conduct that part of the operation.”
There was no reaction to Colleen’s words in Walker’s impassive features.
“You once worked at the house,” Colleen continued, as if his lack of response had been expected. “I think the baby’s mother, Holly Langworthy, bears watching. If the Langworthys are involved, it’s possible she may lead us to the baby. After all, her stake in this is higher than anyone else’s. Except for the baby’s father, of course. And no one seems to know who he is.”
There was some nuance of inflection in the last that Michael couldn’t decode. Whatever it was, it had the desired effect. Night Walker nodded his agreement, a single up and down motion of his head.
“Good,” Colleen said, glancing down at the sheet of paper on the desk in front of her. “Fiona, that leaves Houghton and Gettys for you. Gettys’s ex-wife might be a way to hone in on whatever shady dealings the senator’s involved in.”
“You think there are some?” Fiona asked. “Shady dealings, I mean.”
“They’ve been rumored for years.”
“Nobody at that level of politics is ever completely clean,” Shawn Jameson said. “So where does that leave me? There doesn’t seem to be another side in this nasty little war.”
“Well, I do need someone to check out a sheep farm that Gettys owns part of, but actually, I was hoping—”
“A sheep farm?” Fiona broke in. “You just lost me, Colleen. How does a sheep farm play into this?”
“Maybe you should have let me finish the intro,” Colleen said, smiling to indicate her comment wasn’t intended as a rebuke. “One of the strangest aspects of the kidnapping was the trace evidence recovered from the baby’s room.”
“Don’t tell me,” Shawn said, controlling an upward quirk at the corners of his mouth.
Colleen ignored him, again referring to her notes. “Fibers identified as Merino wool were found on the bedding, along with particles of eggshell and dirt.” She looked up, eyes again scanning the faces of the people at the table. “The dirt, by the way, came from the southern part of the state.”
“Egg shells and wool?” Fiona’s question probably expressed what they were all feeling.
Colleen lifted her hands, palms upward. “All I can tell you is what the technicians found. And that Senator Gettys does own part of a sheep ranch somewhere in the mountains around Granby. It’s a stretch, but enough of a coincidence that it seems worth checking out. Maybe just by having someone work there for a few weeks to see if there’s anything remotely suspicious going on. The problem is…I have a couple of other leads DPS is working up. I had hoped to keep you here,” she said to Shawn, “until something comes through on those.”
No one said anything, although it must be obvious to them, as it was to him, what Colleen was hinting for. And she could hint until the cows came home, Michael decided. He wasn’t getting back into covert operations. Especially not on some damn sheep farm. The assignment was obviously make-work, designed to give him something useful