The Silence (Columbia River #2)(42)

“Not too surprised. Reuben was a reckless, angry hothead, and Veronica knew this. She loved her brother, but we all knew he walked an edge.”

“An edge?”

Alan thrust his hands in his shorts pockets. “I understand you know about Veronica’s father.”

“I know he murdered his wife,” Mason stated.

“Never saw such an angry man,” Alan admitted. “And the sons have the same anger. They believe the world is against them. Veronica told me that their father beat on the boys regularly—she claims he never touched her.” Alan shook his head. “Don’t know if I fully believe that, but I’m just happy that Veronica turned out normal since she grew up with a father like that.”

“That’s good. Do you know anything about his death?”

“Her father was about to lose his property when he died,” Alan continued in a low voice. “It was a heavy blow for the proud man.”

“What happened?”

“Didn’t pay his taxes.” Alan shrugged. “I’d told him it would catch up with him, but he blew me off. Said the land was his and the government had no right to tax it. He’d bought it fair and square.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“You and I know that. Her father was pretty impressionable, you know? He tried to tell me that the government was ripping us off by collecting property taxes. When I asked why he believed this, he just gave me a lot of mixed-up mumbo jumbo that I think he found on the internet. He was easily influenced—especially if someone said what he wanted to hear, like it was illegal for the government to collect taxes.”

“Reuben paid his property taxes,” Mason said.

“He did. Bitched to high heaven about it but understood he’d lose his home if he didn’t.”

“What else did Reuben bitch about?” Mason asked evenly.

Alan’s lips turned up on one side. “Sounds like you already have an idea.” His gaze dropped to the badge on Mason’s belt.

“Would it surprise you if I said Reuben was somehow involved in the massacre in Oregon City yesterday?”

Alan’s eyes flared and he took a long moment to answer. “Yes. And no.” He stared at the ground. “Don’t see him as a killer. But . . . I’ve heard him talk. Talk doesn’t mean action,” he added quickly. He looked back at Mason. “Should I have said something?”

“Did you know something?” If this guy knew about the courthouse . . .

Alan thought for a long moment. “No. Nothing. We haven’t heard from him since last February or so—at least I haven’t. Reuben was always complaining about something related to the government, but I never saw a hint that he’d take action.” He gave Mason a questioning glance. “What did Reuben do? Your partner told me he died yesterday morning. Wasn’t the shooting in the afternoon?”

“It was,” Mason said. “But it appears he had prior knowledge that it was going to happen.”

“I’m really sorry about that. I had no idea.” He gave Mason a sharp look. “And I doubt Veronica did either. Her brother barely spoke to her.”

“That’s what I understand.” Mason paused. “Your wife mentioned that Reuben didn’t get along with Shawn.” He purposefully left the statement wide open for Alan to continue as he wished.

“That’s putting it mildly. I haven’t seen them in the same room for ten years. And that’s a good thing. Those two used to beat the crap out of each other in the past. Veronica said that they’ve always been like that.” He paused. “She told me Reuben was always the instigator. She thinks he funneled his anger at his father toward Shawn.”

But Shawn’s car was at Reuben’s house?

“You heard from Shawn recently?”

The man thought for a moment and then shook his head. “Hear from him less than Reuben. Especially since we left Reno.”

“Why did you leave?”

“Job opportunity.”

“Would Shawn come up here to visit Reuben?”

Alan snorted. “Hell no.”

Mason considered telling him about the silver Mustang in Reuben’s driveway, but something made him hold back. “Know anyone who might want to hurt Reuben?”

“Like I said, we barely heard from him. I have no idea who he hangs around with or might piss off.”

“Daddy!” Racing footsteps sounded on the sidewalk. Both men turned to see two young dark-haired girls sprinting toward the gate. A woman holding another girl’s hand wasn’t far behind. She waved at Alan.

“No more talking,” Alan said in an aside to Mason as he stepped forward to intercept the girls as they burst through the gate. They flung themselves at him as he crouched down, arms wide open.

Mason watched as the excited girls both talked to their father at once, happiness shining in their faces and voices. Alan dropped kisses on both their heads.

These girls aren’t being raised around hate.

The parents were putting an end to the cycle.

His stomach clenched as Reuben’s abused corpse flashed in his memory. The chatter of the innocent girls clashed with the violence their uncle had experienced. The bloodshed was barely removed from their everyday lives.

The woman had entered the yard and was now chatting with Alan, casting a few curious glances Mason’s way. He stayed back from the happy reunion. He didn’t want the death hovering around him near the girls.