It took a few minutes to sink in. As Joe thought about it, many of the previously floating facts started to drop into place, to become links in a chain of a new theory.
"Who are the company officers?" Marybeth asked softly.
Nate found the incorporation papers. "Layton Barron is the CEO. I've never heard of him. In fact, I've never heard of any of these people except for the last one. We'll have to do more research, I guess."
"Nate…" Marybeth prompted, "I'll do the research as soon as I can get to a computer. But in the meanwhile, what are the names?"
"Oh. Okay. Layton Barron is the CEO. Michael Barson is the CFO. Katherine Langston, VP of development. C. T. Ward the Third, VP of operations. Any of those names ring a bell?"
"Nope," Joe said.
"This last one will. Guess who's the attorney of record?"
"Clay McCann," Joe said.
"Got him," Nate said.
Marybeth started to say something but stopped abruptly and cocked her head. "I hear someone coming," she mouthed. Joe sat back and stopped breathing. He heard it too. Gravel crunching.Footfalls outside the cabin, getting closer.
Nate had his.454 out, cocked, and aimed at the door in one liquid movement. Instinctively, Marybeth rose and moved into the shadows between the beds of her sleeping daughters.
The knock on the door was light, barely audible.
Joe stood, Nate behind him and to the side.
"Your weapon," Nate whispered.
Joe drew the Glock out of the holster, worked the slide as quietly as possible, then kept the gun pointed down in his right hand as he approached the door. He hated being in a situation where his family was right there, behind him, exposed.
"Yes?" Joe asked, keeping his voice calm.
"Mr. Pickett, it's Simon. I saw the light on… I'm sorry to bother you, but you've an urgent message at the hotel from Mr. Lars Demming. He thought you were still in the hotel, and insistedI come get you."
It sounded like Simon, Joe thought. Nevertheless, he motionedfor Marybeth to get down and checked with Nate, who had his pistol raised in two hands, eye level, ready to fire if necessarywhen Joe cracked open the door.
Joe pulled it open quickly and stepped back, keeping the Glock loose at his side, ready to raise it.
It was Simon, off-duty in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, and the desk clerk looked into the muzzle of Nate's.454 with absoluteterror.
"Sorry," Joe said to Simon. "You can put the gun away, Nate."
"Are you sure?" Nate asked.
"I'm sure." Joe apologized to Simon as they crunched through the gravel on the way to the hotel. Several times, Joe had to reach out to steady the desk clerk, who was shaking so badly he had trouble walking.
"That's a first," Simon said. "Like something out of a Westernmovie."
"You get used to it out here," Joe said, distracted, his mind racing with what he'd learned about EnerDyne and Clay McCann.
The old-fashioned black telephone sat ominously on the front desk, and as Joe approached it he tried not to think the worst. Maybe Judy had taken a bad turn, maybe she died. Maybe someone had gotten to her in Billings…
"Joe Pickett," he said as he picked it up.
"Joe!" Lars sounded unexpectedly buoyed. "I'm damned glad they found you."
"Me too. How's she doing?"
"Much, much better. The doctor said a full recovery is pretty likely. I'm just so… happy."
"Thank God," Joe said, feeling weight he didn't know was there lift off his shoulders.
The line was silent for a moment, and Joe thought perhaps the connection had been lost. Then Lars spoke softly. "I've reallygot to apologize to you. I said some bad things to you, and I'm sorry. Judy has been filling me in on what happened, how you stayed with her and made sure she got sent here so no more harm could come to her. I didn't understand before. I'm just real damned sorry I said what I said."
"Don't worry about it," Joe said, knowing how hard it was for a man like Lars to say those words. "Apology accepted. I'm just glad she's doing all right."
Lars said, "Better than all right. She's sitting up, talking, eatingeven. Except for those damned tubes, she looks pretty good. Beautiful, even. Yes, she looks beautiful."
Joe smiled. He could hear Judy's voice in the background saying, "Oh, stop it, Lars."
"She wants to talk with you," Lars said. "That's why I called and woke you up. Well, that and to apologize."
"I was awake," Joe said. "No problem."
"Oh, one more thing. Judy says she gave you my truck to use."
"Yes," Joe said, not expecting what would come next.
"Keep it as long as you need it," Lars said. "I don't mind. We'll be here another couple of days. I got one of my road crew guys to pick up Jake and Erin to bring them here."
"Thank you. I'll take good care of it."
"Watch the transmission," Lars said. "Sometimes it slips. I need to replace that pressure plate in the clutch-"
"Lars," Judy said in the background.
"Okay, okay," Lars said to Joe. "Here she is."
Joe waited.
"Hey there." Her voice sounded tired but strong.
"Welcome back," Joe said. "I was worried."
"I'm tough," she said, which made Joe smile again. He was surrounded by tough, good women.
"When we were in the clinic," Demming said, "you came into the room and asked me who the shooter was. I could hear you but I couldn't talk."
"Yes."
"I can now. It was James Langston."
"The chief ranger?" Joe was stunned, but it made sense now why Langston had been so interested in where Joe was staying while at the same time making a point not to meet with him.
"I saw him clearly. I thought he was there for backup, obviously.The dispatcher didn't say who was coming, so I assumed…"
"Wow," Joe said. "And you'll testify to it?"
"Of course. But I still can't believe it."
"Neither can I," Joe said, "but this thing is big. And it just got bigger."
"What should we do?"
Joe looked around the empty lobby, trying to sort it out. Should she contact someone else with the information? If so, whom? Should he?
"I'm thinking," he said. "Sometimes, it takes me a while."
"I know it does," she said, chiding him.
"First," Joe said, "make sure you're safe there. As long as you're alive, you're a threat to him and everyone he's involved with, even though he thinks you're dying. We've learned a lot in the last hour, Judy. None of it is good. Your life is still in danger, so call the Billings PD. If you have to, make up a story, but make sure they send some men to the hospital to stay outside your door. Make sure no one comes to visit you except your kids."
"Okay…" she said, almost in a whisper. The giddiness she'd started the conversation with was gone.
"Make a deposition," Joe continued. "Get your statement down on tape and on paper. If nothing else, it will make it less likely they'll try to get to you if they know you've got a statementwith the police."
"And if they do get to me," she said, "Langston will still go to jail."
Joe didn't want to say it that way, but Demming was sharp. And when he said the name Langston aloud, it triggered a question."What's James Langston's wife's name?"
"Hmmm… I met her a couple of times. Tall, skinny, cold. Katherine, I think."
"Katherine. Are you sure?"
"I think so."
"Katherine Langston is listed as VP of development for EnerDyne.Either she's involved or James is protecting himself by using his wife's name. Probably both.
"Oh," Joe continued, "I nearly forgot to ask you. Did you recognize the men in the black SUV?"
"I didn't recognize the driver," she said.
"Could you pick him out in a photo? Like from the entrance gate video?"
"Absolutely."
Joe nodded. "Good. I'm pretty sure I've got a couple of picturesof him." Joe described the driver.
Demming said, "That's him."
"What about the passenger?"
"He looked familiar."
"In what way?"
"I've been trying to figure that one out," she said. "I know I've seen him before, but I don't know his name. It seems to me he was up here a year or so ago with your governor."