Walk the Wire (Amos Decker #6)(101)

“That’s right, you don’t know,” said Jamison.

“Don’t know what?”

“Hugh Dawson sold out to Stuart McClellan.”

Southern gaped. “ ‘Sold out’? What does that mean?”

“He sold his business, all his properties, to McClellan.”

“Everything, including Maddie’s?” Southern looked even more stunned.

“Yes,” said Jamison. “Including Maddie’s.”

Southern shook her head. “So I guess that explains why she was going out there. That would have been devastating for her.” She paused. “So Stuart kills himself and then Hugh does, too?”

“McClellan may not have been a suicide,” said Jamison.

“You mean someone murdered him?”

Decker interjected, “What else did Caroline tell you?”

“She wasn’t making a whole lot of sense, but she did tell me that Hugh had betrayed her trust, only I didn’t know what she meant until now.”

“What else?” asked Jamison.

Southern’s features turned grim. “She told me she walked into his office ready to have it out with him and then she saw him . . . dead. She started to become hysterical at that point. I went and got a nurse, and she gave her the medication.”

At that moment Shane hurried up to them, looking wildly around.

“What the hell is going on? I just got back to town. Joe texted and said Caroline was in the hospital but didn’t say why.”

Jamison said, “She’s going to be fine, Shane. But she’s had a shock. Her father’s dead.”

Shane whirled around to look at Jamison. “Dead! What are you talking about?”

“He was found dead in his home last night. It looks like he killed himself.”

“Where’s Caroline? I need to see her.”

“She’s asleep.”

“I still need to see her.”

They went back into the room. Shane hurried over to the bed and looked down at Caroline. “You’re . . . you’re sure she’s going to be okay?”

“Yes,” said Southern. “She had a concussion and just needs to rest.”

He backed away from the bed as Caroline stirred in her sleep and said in a lower voice, “Why would my dad kill himself?”

Decker glanced at Jamison before asking Shane, “Did you know your father and Hugh Dawson were doing a deal together?”

Shane glanced at Southern before plopping down in a chair. “Yeah, I knew they were doing some deal, but no details. He probably didn’t trust me with the information. And I knew they had been meeting on the sly. But I didn’t know it was for the whole business.”

“Did it surprise you?” said Jamison. “That your dad was buying Dawson out?”

“Hugh Dawson has been sick of this place for a long time, and who can blame him? All you got are companies digging the land up to get the oil and gas. And you got all these people coming here who don’t give a crap about this place. They just want to make their pile and go back to where they came from when it’s all gone.”

Southern protested, “That’s not really true anymore, Shane. There are more families coming here and putting roots down.”

He waved this off. “It’ll always be a mining town. And when everything’s sucked out, what then? You really think people are going to stick around here?”

Decker said, “So Dawson wanted to get out? You know that for a fact?”

“When Maddie was alive they were fixing to go to France. All of them, Caroline too.”

“But then Maddie died,” said Jamison.

Shane nodded. “And Hugh built his big house. But I could tell the man’s heart wasn’t in it.”

“So he might have wanted to sell out?”

“Yeah, and my old man would be the only one with the money to buy him out. And it would help his business. Hell, he’d pay his workers to get the oil and gas out, and they’d pay him all that money back in rent and food and whatnot.”

“Like the old company coal-mining towns,” observed Decker.

“Right.”

Decker said, “I want you to take a few deep breaths, Shane.”

“Why?”

“Because I have something to tell you that will be upsetting.”

“Hell, Decker, I’ve seen my buddies blown to pieces in Iraq and Afghanistan, okay?”

“Okay. So do you have any idea why Dawson would leave a suicide note saying that he killed your father?”

The blood slowly drained from Shane’s face. “Hugh said he killed my dad.”

“We found a note that said that. And there is some forensic evidence pointing to his having done so.”

“What kind of evidence?” asked Southern quickly.

“We can’t get into that,” replied Decker.

Shane rose on wobbly legs. “He killed my old man?”

“At least that’s what the note said,” said Jamison.

“You sure he wrote it?”

“Several people identified it as his handwriting.”

“Son of a bitch.” He turned and looked at Caroline. In a low voice he added, “Does . . . does she know about this?”