Mason got up before dawn, too wired to sleep. After a run and a shower, he decided it was a great top-down day and took the TR6 for a drive. He headed south, through the suburbs and into the country, following the same route he’d taken six days earlier to Harlan Christenson’s farm, shutting out everything except the sun and the breeze until he pulled into Harlan’s gravel drive.
Mason had missed Harlan’s funeral, so he’d come to the farm to pay his respects. Harlan was the one partner who had reached out to him, whose friendship seemed genuine. When he came to Mason for help, he still had a chance to find a way out, but Mason didn’t pay enough attention. Mason knew he’d carry that burden for a long time.
He left the car in the drive and went for a walk through the pasture that surrounded the farmhouse. The pond he and Harlan had fished in was a quarter of a mile away, surrounded by cottonwoods. There was a break in the trees at one end of the pond and a small dock that hung over the water. Mason found Harlan’s fishing rod lying on the dock. It wasn’t baited, but he cast the line into the water anyway.
At least three of the people connected to Harlan’s murder had been accounted for. Julio was dead, Jimmie Camaya was in the hospital, and Scott Daniels was somewhere over the rainbow. None of that meant that Harlan’s murder was solved. Whoever had given the order, whoever had set Vic Jr., Scott, and Harlan up in a money-laundering scam, whoever had ordered Mason’s death-was still in business.
Camaya was the best bet to nail Harlan’s real killer. He’d use the identity of his boss to make a deal with the U.S. attorney, a fact that wouldn’t escape his boss and would, for the moment, make Camaya a bigger target than Mason, unless his nurses were good with a gun.
But none of that explained Sullivan’s murder or Angela’s suicide. Angela’s confession to Sandra fit with his theory that the two murders were only indirectly related. Whoever killed Sullivan had set in motion everything else.
Angela bugged the offices to get something on Sullivan. After his death, she hit pay dirt with the CDs and decided to set Mason up as the fall guy and watch what happened. Only she never got the chance to cash in. Suicide made no sense for her. She’d already taken all the big risks. She may have been scared when Sandra told her about the shoot-out at the lake, but Mason couldn’t believe Angela was frightened enough to kill herself.
If she was murdered, her killer was more likely to have also murdered Richard Sullivan than Harlan Christenson. Death by lethal injection was not part of Camaya’s repertoire. In any case, he was digesting a.45-caliber slug when Angela died. Sullivan died by lethal injection. Mason caught himself humming “Will the Circle Be Unbroken?” as he walked back to his car.