Kayla told her to stop trying so hard.
I hadn’t seen Alain Tremblay since before his brother died. I hadn’t given him my supposed sympathies and I certainly hadn’t apologized for the “accident”. Since he hadn’t dropped by, I was starting to get the impression that he was perfectly content with the idea of never seeing me again.
But when he showed up with Marc’s wife Suzanne, he smiled and extended his hand.
I didn’t know what that meant.
“I hope you’re feeling better,” he said to me. “I know it’s been a rough couple of weeks.”
I nodded. “It hasn’t been fun for any of us.”
I heard Fiona’s laughter from the dining room. I turned to see Matt leaning against the table, chatting her up.
Suzanne came in for a hug and a peck on the cheek. “Baptiste… it’s good to see you,” she said. She smelled amazing, in that way where you aren’t really sure that it’s something that could have come from a bottle.
“You, too,” I said.
“Just waiting on Rihanna and Justin,” Sara said as she came over to greet our guests.
“My nephew’s gone down to babysit,” Alain said. “They should be here soon. It smells wonderful in here… Fiona is a wonderful chef.”
“And supermodel,” I said.
“What?”
“Uh… bad inside joke.” I felt like an idiot.
Sara was glaring at me.
“Should we eat?” I asked. “I’m sure the Porters won’t mind.”
“We can wait a few more minutes,” Sara said.
I nodded.
I didn’t know what we were going to do while we waited.
All I knew was that it would be all sorts of awkward.
Alain sat down on the couch; Suzanne sat beside him, almost touching but not quite.
Sara sat down on the rocking chair, leaving me the recliner.
“That’s my spot,” Kayla said as she appeared out of nowhere. “And no… we can’t share.” She threw herself down on the recliner, throwing out the footrest as she landed.
Sara glared at me again.
I’m not sure why that was my fault.
I thought about standing, milling around the living room while everyone talked about whatever, but that would have been even more awkward, so I sat down beside Suzanne.
She gave me a tap on the thigh.
I didn’t bother looking at Sara.
“So you had a visitor yesterday,” Suzanne said.
“News travels fast,” I said.
“It does,” Alain said, “whether you want it to or not.”
“We were going to bring it up at the meeting,” Sara said.
“Sorry… I didn’t mean to sound rude.”
“No,” Kayla said, “you have a right to know.”
“Where’s Graham?” Suzanne asked.
“Hiding,” I said, forgetting the audience. “Uh… another stupid joke. I think he’s feeding the goats. Lisa’s with him.”
Suzanne smiled. “He loves those goats.”
“His family raises goats,” Sara said. Present tense, I noticed. I guess there was no reason to change it. “Boer goats… for meat. I think they have over fifty head.”
“Graham told me eighty,” Kayla said.
“He told me one hundred,” Suzanne said.
“Should be five hundred by New Year,” Alain said with a chuckle.
The front door opened without a knock.
It was Justin and Rihanna.
“Good morning,” Sara called out.
“Morning,” Justin said.
“Are we late?” Rihanna asked.
“We haven’t started eating yet,” I said. “So I guess you’re just in time.”
“Good… I’m starving.”
I hate it when people say that.
We ate breakfast without Graham and Lisa, since even Sara seemed to agree that they had no legitimate excuse for not knowing what time it was.
Alain handed out a boatload of compliments, mostly to Fiona and her breakfast, but also a comment on Sara’s beauty and a mention of Kayla’s sharp wit. He was trying a little too hard, but I guess that’s better than the opposite.
Once the last few bites of Fiona’s sweet, doughy contraption were taken, Sara got right down to business.
Graham and Lisa still hadn’t arrived.
I think Sara preferred that, after yesterday’s fight.
“So I’m sure by now everyone’s heard about Stems and his message,” Sara said.
“Tell us again,” Justin said. “I want to hear it from you.” He looked over to me. “Actually, I’d like Baptiste to tell us, since he’s in charge of security around here.”
“Stems snuck over the river yesterday,” I said. “And through our gate. He busted the locks and somehow he didn’t set off the alarm.”
“Somehow? You don’t know?”
“Actually,” Matt said, “I found something. It looks like there’s a problem with our detection system.”
It was Matt’s perfect timing. Rather than mentioning something to me beforehand, he had to blurt it out in front of everyone.
“What kind of problem?” Justin asked.
“It’s wide open. Anyone on our network has the ability to disable the alarm. And someone did… just long enough for Stems to pay us a visit.”
“Can’t you figure out who disabled it?”
“Nope. We didn’t turn on auditing for user actions. Just the event log.”
“Didn’t turn on auditing? What kind of security system doesn’t have full auditing by default?”
“It’s better than your non-existent one,” I said.
“So you’re saying that someone at McCartney Lake is working with Ryan Stems?” Sara asked.
“I guess so,” Matt said. “My money’s on Graham. He’s not here, right?”
“That’s ridiculous,” I said. “Don’t just throw out accusations, Matt. You look like an ass.”
“Ranking from an expert in the field,” Justin said.
“We need to lock it down,” Rihanna said. “Can you do that, Matt?”
“I already have,” Matt said. “Only me and Baptiste can change it now.”
“You and Baptiste?” Justin said. “How does that make sense?”
“You still have that goddamn dongle, remember?” I said.
“Why does he have a dongle?” Sara asked.
“I gave him Ant’s,” Matt said. “I thought it made sense.”
“Without asking?”
“Asking who?”
“Asking me,” I said. “You know… the guy in charge of security.”
Matt gave me a smirk. “Hey, guy in charge of security. Who knows how to configure the detection system?”
“This isn’t funny, Matt,” Sara said. “You can’t just ignore the rules whenever you feel like it.”
“Wow,” Justin said. “Then how about this rule? Don’t leave a couple of young girls unprotected at your cottage while you trounce around on the other side of the lake?”
“It was a mistake,” Kayla said. “It won’t happen again.”
Justin groaned. “Let me give you guys some tips, since you apparently don’t fully get the idea of security. Number one: don’t let people sneak in. Number two: use your goddamn dinosaur brains to figure out who caused the breach. Here’s a hint: it was fucking New Post.”
“New Post?” Matt said. “Why would you say that?”
“Come on, Matt… we share the hop at Blackwell Road with them. They have access to our network. And they probably have people who are professionals when it comes to things like hops and detection systems.”
“I’m professional.”
“I mean trained… certified…”
“Oh.”
“Where’s the proof?” I asked. “You want it to be New Post because you hate them. But you can’t prove it.”
“No, I can’t,” Justin said. “Because apparently we don’t audit things around here. But tell me something, Baptiste… have you taken a drive up to the bridge on 652?”