Walk the Wire

Chapter 74

Decker, Baker, and Jamison were having dinner at the OK Corral Saloon that evening.

“Don’t think I’ve been poked and prodded that much since I was in boot camp,” said Baker as he sipped on a bottle of beer.

“Well, it could have been a lot worse,” noted Jamison. “We could be in a morgue.”

Baker nodded. “So do they know what’s down there? Saw a big crew poring over the place until they put up these screens to block the sight lines.”

“Let’s just say it was some serious shit from the past that never should have been put down there in the first place,” said Jamison.

Baker shook his head. “Damn military playing God like always. I mean, when are they gonna learn?”

“Don’t hold your breath,” said Decker. “I suppose you heard about Hugh Dawson?”

Baker nodded, looking sad. “I tried to visit Caroline at the hospital, but they said she was still medicated and asleep. How’s she doing?”

“It’s going to take time,” said Jamison. “She’s been through a lot.”

“Shane lost his father, but it wasn’t the same situation,” noted Decker. “Although we’ve learned Hugh was no saint.”

“Considering Hugh Dawson killed McClellan, I think they both have it pretty bad,” Jamison countered.

“What the hell are you talking about?” exclaimed Baker.

Decker quickly explained what had happened.

Baker sipped his beer, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Guess it shows you money can’t buy happiness. I mean those two were rolling in it, and now they’re both dead and won’t enjoy a penny of it.”

Decker looked up as the door opened and in walked Kelly, Shane, Liz Southern, and, surprisingly, a tired-looking Caroline Dawson.

“Look who’s all together again,” commented Jamison.

“The sister and her two honorary brothers,” added Decker.

“Brothers who would rather be something else, you mean,” countered Jamison.

Kelly spotted them and led the others over to their table.

Baker stood and reached a hand out to Dawson. “I tried to see you at the hospital, but you were asleep, Caroline. I’m so sorry about, well, everything.”

“Thank you, Stan, that’s very kind of you,” she said, her voice low and unnaturally slow.

To Decker, her unfocused eyes and feeble manner showed that she was not yet fully recovered from her ordeal.

Jamison, noting this, said, “Are you sure you should be out? You look like you should still be in the hospital.”

Southern said, “I told her that until I was hoarse, but she wouldn’t listen.”

Dawson said, “I didn’t want to stay there anymore. I was feeling claustrophobic.”

Shane interjected, “The docs said it was okay. She just needs to take it easy.”

“Do you want us to drive you to your condo?” asked Jamison.

Dawson said, “No, I’m going to go up to my room here, and—”

Kelly said quickly, “You want me to come with you?”

“Or I can,” added Shane.

“No. I’ll be fine, thanks, guys.” She looked at Southern. “Thanks for coming to stay with me at the hospital, Liz. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”

“Sleep well,” said Southern kindly.

She headed off as they all watched. Then Shane, Southern, and Kelly sat down at the table.

“She doesn’t look good,” said Baker.

“Well, she’s been through hell and back,” said Southern defensively.

“Shane has, too,” pointed out Kelly. “Lost his dad and all.” He glanced at Shane. “And considering how he died.”

Shane shrugged at this and motioned to the waitress and ordered the same beer Decker was drinking. “It’s not like my old man thought much of me. But he didn’t deserve to die like that, either.” He eyed Decker. “You really think Hugh killed him?”

Jamison answered, “I don’t know why he would write a suicide note saying he did if he didn’t.”

Shane looked at Kelly. “What do you think, Joe?”

Kelly stared down at his hands. “You know those guys have been at each other for years. Maybe Hugh just reached the last straw. Sell out to McClellan and then make sure he could never enjoy the fruits of it?”

“But then he kills himself so he could never enjoy his fortune, either?” said Jamison in a doubting tone.

“Guilt can make people do crazy things,” said Kelly. “But I know, none of it makes much sense.”

After his beer came, Shane took a sip and eyed Decker. “Something big went down over near the Brothers’ Colony. Lots of people and trucks and they put up a shield around it. You know anything about that?”

“I saw that too when I was driving by there,” said Southern.

“What do you know about the All-American Energy Company?” Decker asked Shane.

“Seen them around. Never talked to them. Drove by their rig from time to time.”

Kelly said, “We’ve been totally shut out of what’s going on over there, Decker. I know enough to know that those are Feds swarming the place. You have to know something.”

“Not that I can share.” He looked at Shane. “You really don’t know if your father left you anything? I get that you’re not into money and business, but still. Most people would want to know.”

Shane finished his beer and glared at Decker. “Look, I went to war, okay? I nearly got killed a bunch’a times over there, so I never thought I’d outlive my dad. What the hell did it matter to me about whether he was leaving me his money? Money that he got by digging shit out of the ground. Money that I don’t want or need.”

“What will you do then?” asked Southern.

“Got my farm. I got some of my own money saved. If my old man did leave something to me, maybe I’ll donate it. Know a lot of vets who can’t even rub two dimes together.”

“That’s good of you, Shane,” commented Jamison.

“And Caroline?” asked Decker.

“What about her?” said Shane sharply.

“I’m assuming she inherited from her father.”

“I would imagine so. Hugh doted on her.”

“Did you know her brother well?” asked Jamison.

Shane slowly nodded, his features turning sad. “Junior was a great guy. Gentle and funny. Had a big heart. We were friends. He didn’t deserve what happened to him.”

“We understand that he was gay,” said Jamison.

“Yeah, so?” said Shane.

“And his father didn’t understand that?”

“His father made his life a living hell. It’s why he killed himself.”

“Caroline said it was an overdose,” said Jamison.

Kelly said, “He didn’t leave a note. He left a recording. It was... it was pretty damn sad.”

“You heard it?”

“I was one of the cops investigating the case, so yeah, I did. I kept a copy of it, in fact. Haven’t listened to it since. I’m not ashamed to say I cried when I heard it.”

“It must’ve hit Caroline and her mother particularly hard,” said Jamison as Southern nodded.

Kelly shrugged. “It did. I think it would’ve driven a lasting wedge between her and her father, but then Maddie died and those two were the only ones left. I’m not saying she didn’t still care for her father, but... it was complicated.”

“She told us sort of the same thing,” noted Jamison.

Decker’s phone buzzed. He took it out and looked at a series of photos and reports that had just been delivered in an email. As his gaze ran over them, Decker tensed, and then realization spread over his features.

Jamison noticed this and whispered, “What is it?”

Decker’s gaze drifted up the stairs, where Dawson had gone. He rose.

Jamison said, “Where are you going?”

“We’re going to see Caroline.”

Southern said, “Let me go with you. I think I might be of some help. She is still very vulnerable.”

Decker looked at Jamison, who nodded.

“Okay, but whatever you hear up there you don’t share with anyone.”

“Understood.”

Kelly said, “I hope that doesn’t include me! I am investigating this case.”

“We’ll fill you in,” Jamison assured him.

They rose and headed up the stairs, leaving a troubled-looking Kelly and Shane staring after them.