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a lot to lose if she takes this case to a grand jury, whether

I'm the killer or not."

"She's right," the older man observed. Reede merely

shrugged, tossed the wrench on a worktable and closed the

motor casing. "Ely told me she came to his office asking

questions about his daddy's scalpel and the day of the murder."

"The scalpel, huh?"

"Yeah. Know anything about that?"

"Hell, no, do you?"





"Hell, no."

Reede went to a cabinet where he kept a supply of liquor

and beer. He poured himself a hefty shot of Jack Daniels and

tossed it down. He tilted the bottle toward Angus. "Want

one?"

"Sure, thanks." As he sipped the whiskey, he watched

Reede slam back another one.

Catching Angus's curious stare, he said, "It's been that

kind of day."

"Alex?"

Reede ran his hands through his hair like a man plagued

by demons. "Yeah. Damn, she's tenacious."

"There's no telling what kind of crap Merle Graham filled

her head with."

"No wonder she's vengeful." He blew out a breath of

extreme agitation. "If ME doesn't get that racetrack, all my

future plans will be affected."

"It's that important to you, huh?"

"What did you think, that I want to be a f*cking sheriff

for the rest of my life?"

"You worry too much, boy!" Angus said heartily. "We'll

get it, and your future looks nothing but sunny. That's what

I came out here to talk about."

Reede regarded him curiously. "My future?"

Angus finished his whiskey in one hefty swallow and

crushed the paper cup in his fist. He pushed his cowboy hat

back further on his head and looked up at Reede, smiling

devilishly.

"I want you to come back and be an active part of Minton

Enterprises again."

For a moment, Reede was rendered speechless by shock.

He fell back a step, laughed, and said, "Are you shittin'

me?"

"Nope." Angus raised a callused hand. "Before you say

anything, hear me out."

He had already outlined in his mind what he was going

to say. After receiving disturbing calls from two worried



members of the racing commission who had read about

Alex's investigation in the Austin newspaper, he'd decided

he'd better get more aggressive about putting a stop to it.

This thing wasn't going to blow over, like he'd originally

hoped.

The long-distance conversations had ended on an optimistic

note. He'd pooh-poohed Alex's allegations, told them a few

dirty jokes, and had them laughing by the time they hung

up. He wasn't gravely concerned yet, but he definitely saw

the need for ME to present a solid front. Having Reede as

an integral part of the corporation again would be a positive

step in that direction.

Now, his rehearsed words flowed smoothly. "You know

almost as much as I do about racehorses, and more than Junior

ever took the time or effort to learn. You'd come back into

the company as an executive. I'd divide responsibilities

equally between you and Junior, though you'd have different

functions.

"I know how much this airfield means to you. You've got

a sentimental attachment to it, but you also see its moneymaking

potential. So do I. I'd incorporate it into ME. The

corporation could afford to finance the rebuilding and expansion

you want to do. We'd also have a lot more clout

with the airlines."

His smile broadened. "Shit, I'd even throw in a few shares

of ME stock as incentive. You can't pass up a deal like that,

boy."

He was disappointed in Reede's reaction, which he had

hoped would be astonishment tinged with pleasure. Instead,

it appeared to be astonishment tinged with suspicion.

"What brought this on?"

A picture of equanimity, Angus said, "You belong with

us--always have. I'm in a position to get things moving for

you. You'd be foolish not to take advantage of my offer."

"I'm not a boy who still needs your charity, Angus."

"I never considered you a charity case."

"I know that," Reede said evenly, "but no matter how



we dress it up with fancy words, that's what I was." He

peered deeply into the older man's eyes. "Don't think I'm

not grateful for everything you've done for me."

' 'I never asked you for gratitude. You always did an honest

day's work for anything I sent your way."

"I wouldn't have had any advantages at all if it hadn't

been for you." He paused before going on. "But I paid you

back, several times over, I think. When I left your company,

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