The call wouldn’t change anything. Maybe having Alexa there would help, if only because she fully understood Styer’s game.
Winter and Brad filled Alexa in on the investigation while the trio had a breakfast of cold cereal. When the front doorbell rang, Brad answered it and returned with Leigh Gardner.
“Just coffee for me, Brad. And thank you for asking,” she said, taking a seat at the table across from Winter.
“Morning, Ms. Gardner,” Winter said.
“Call me Leigh and I’ll call you Winter.”
She smiled at Alexa and offered her hand.
“This is Alexa Keen,” Winter said. “She’s an old friend of mine. She’s also an FBI agent.”
Leigh raised her eyebrows. “The FBI is interested in Sherry Adams’s murder?”
“No. I’m strictly here as a friend of Winter’s and to help if I can,” Alexa said. “Unofficially.”
“I don’t believe I’ve ever met an FBI agent before. Nice to meet you. Do I call you Agent Keen?”
“I answer to Alexa.”
“Coffee,” Brad said, placing a cup before Leigh.
She frowned, lifted the mug, and sipped gingerly. “Not bad brew, Brad. For a man.” Her fingers were shaking as she set the cup down.
“I’m glad you think I can do something,” Brad said. “Is everything all right?”
“Well, Sherry is dead, so no.”
“Sorry,” Brad said, nodding.
Leigh looked down and back up at Brad. “That and Cyn didn’t come home last night. I’m sure she’s fine. This isn’t unusual for my daughter. She does as she pleases. She went to Memphis yesterday and I wanted to go along. I should have insisted, but I had a lot on my mind. I got a text message from her late last night saying she’d run into a friend from school. She was supposed to be staying at her grandmother’s, but I just got Adelle’s machine. I’ve been trying to call her this morning and she sent a text, she always does when she knows I’m angry. It said, ‘Get over it. GOD!’ She’s fine…” Her words trailed off.
Brad patted her shoulder but she drew back. “Can I do anything?”
“No. She’ll come home dragging her tail and I’ll yell at her. She’s just like her father in some ways.”
Winter saw the look of concern on Alexa’s face.
“This thing with Sherry. It’s got all of us crazy. It’s Cyn’s way of trying to hold on to normalcy and dealing with grief. Except for my father, nobody close to her has ever died,” Leigh went on.
“I can start running her down,” Brad said. “Get the Memphis PD to locate her.”
“No, it’s fine. I’ll deal with it,” Leigh said, straightening. “You know as well as I do that this is just like her. There’s something I wanted to tell you.”
Brad nodded.
She picked up her coffee but didn’t drink from the cup. “I’ve been thinking about what you said about me being the target, and all I could think of is that if I had been killed, my children would not be able to continue my operation. And since their father has proved beyond any shadow of a doubt that he couldn’t boil water in hell on their behalf, they would have to sell the land to ensure their futures. Jacob would not receive anything if I died, and I can’t imagine he could have hired a professional killer.”
“Okay,” Brad said. “But he would be their guardian.”
“I have made arrangements for my attorney to handle my estate, and to handle my children’s financial interests if I die.”
“Jacob would fight that, and he is their father,” Brad said.
“This is very personal,” she said crisply, finally taking a sip. “If Jacob fights my will, my attorney has certain papers that prove he is as crooked as a wisteria trunk.” She patted the side of her cheek and frowned.
“That’s fairly common knowledge,” Brad said.
“Anyway, although I certainly don’t believe Jacob hired a hit man, I may have some idea why someone shot Sherry. A few years ago I once again paid off a collection of Jacob’s debts, and I made him sign over some land he inherited from his father. I paid him three times what it was worth because it was the only collateral he had. Six hundred and thirty-six acres of bottomland that isn’t good for a damn thing except duck hunting, which is what Jacob’s father and then Jacob used it for. I made him a loan secured with that property and when he didn’t repay me or make any attempt to do so, I foreclosed on it, figuring I’d leave it to the children, since it was the only way to ensure he would leave any legacy, even if I paid for it.”
She took another sip of her coffee. “A few months ago Jacob mentioned that he wanted to buy it back from me. I told him to go piss up a pole. Since then, he has become more and more insistent, whining that it was his sole inheritance from his father, and he wanted it back. His father actually left him a small fortune that he went through in a matter of months. When I pressed him, he said he wanted to duck hunt on it and I said he could shoot ducks there until there wasn’t one left on the face of the earth, but I’d never sell it to him under any circumstances.”
“You don’t think it’s sentimental?” Winter asked.
“Jacob is as sentimental as a hungry possum. I told him that he’d had ample opportunity to pay me off, and didn’t, and if his children wanted to sell it to him after I was gone, fine. But I said as long as I had air in my lungs, I was keeping it.”
“And he dropped it?” Brad asked.
“No. He didn’t. Last night he told me that some corporation was interested in buying it for four hundred thousand with a plan to turn it into a duck-hunting club along with the land around it, saying I could use the profit to make things right with Sherry’s family.”
“So,” Winter said, “do you think it’s possible Jacob hired someone to kill you?”
A look of concern crossed her features. “It’s more likely the potential buyer would. Mr. Massey, did you know Tunica before the gambling joints came here?”
“I know it was the poorest county in the state.”
“It’s the richest now,” Brad added.
Leigh continued, “Which made it the poorest county in the country. You know what’s happened around here since those casinos came in? We’ve gotten the absolute dregs of humanity, political corruption, crooked cops and highway patrolmen. The last sheriff and deputies were caught protecting drug dealers-and there’s been all sorts of rumors about people not getting the money they won and being threatened by employees of the casinos when they made waves. In exchange we get cheap license plates, new schools, low taxes, paved roads, and a fancy golf course for visitors. It’s been a deal with the devil.”
“Do you think mobsters are interested in your land?” Winter asked.
“That land is worth zip.”
“Is it near the other casinos?” Winter asked.
“Not at all,” she said. “Way south of them. The improvements they’ve made for the casinos have caused even more flooding down there than there was before. But Jacob Gardner would sell the gold out of our children’s teeth and blow the money before their gums quit bleeding.”
“I’ll check it out,” Brad said. “Where is Jacob now?”
“He stayed at my house last night. He’ll sleep until sometime this afternoon.”
“More coffee, Leigh?” Brad asked.
“Can’t do it. I have to stay busy, and I’ve got plenty of work to do.” Leigh stood and started for the front of the house. “By the way, some press people have been on the road this morning filming the house. And one of your prowl cars is obviously tailing me.”
Brad shook his head. “I meant to tell you. We thought it was a good idea to have deputies watching you and the kids until we get this solved. I’m sorry for any inconvenience, but it’s something Winter and I felt was necessary.”
“You decided to have me followed without telling me,” Leigh said, frowning.
“You can’t be too careful. I think it’s absolutely necessary, since we have no idea who we’re dealing with,” Alexa lied.
“Then you can tell them to follow closer, because I’m afraid if they miss a light and run through it someone might be killed,” Leigh said.