An hour later, showered and dressed, Carter stepped out on his veranda and studied the vehicles parked at Dani’s clinic.
Murdoch had his theories, and he had his, but their approaches were distinctly different. Murdoch was concerned with evidence and motivation—the lawful apprehension of the perpetrator. Carter just wanted to nail the guy.
Strolling back inside, he grabbed a pair of high-resolution binoculars then headed down to the beach road.
A few minutes later, he went down on his haunches to study the road surface where it petered out into a large, flat area of grass and scrub. If anyone had parked a vehicle down here recently, he should be able to find some trace.
Rising to his feet, he circled the open area and discovered a set of tracks that disappeared behind a thick patch of manuka. He followed the tracks and found a flattened area beneath the shady overhang of one of the gnarled pohutukawa trees that dotted the edge of the bush line. From the depth of the tire indentations, and the trampled area, it had been used several times. It was possible that whoever had parked here had just come for the fishing, but not likely. Having to carry fishing gear and bait through the scrub would be a major pain, and there was plenty of secluded parking closer to the beach.
Reaching into his pocket he extracted his cell phone and put through a call to Murdoch.
Gabriel West stared at the view of the sea from Carter’s kitchen. “Nice spot to settle down.”
“Don’t start.”
West stared critically at Carter’s leg. “Wound’s healed up nicely, but you’re still stiff. You should think about getting yourself some physio.”
Carter filled the kettle at the sink and plugged it in. “I’ve tried to get an appointment. She can’t fit me in.”
“She?”
Carter jerked his head toward Dani’s place.
West studied the graceful colonial lines of the adjacent house as Carter made tea, and caught a glimpse of red hair as a tall, lean woman walked from the house to a set of outbuildings and disappeared from view. Suddenly a lot of things about Carter began to make sense. The reason his hometown and the farm had become so important over the last couple of years, for example. “Your next-door neighbour, huh?”
“You make that sound significant.”
“It depends. How long has she been your neighbour?”
“Forever.”
West gave Carter a look that could have been termed inscrutable if Carter didn’t know what was going on behind the bland facade. West had a sixth sense when it came to combat situations, and an uncanny luck—until he’d gotten shot after he’d left the SAS. He also had a quiet knack for getting to the truth of things in civilian life…eventually.
Carter set steaming mugs in front of West and his wife, Tyler, grabbed the sugar bowl on the way back to the table, hooked out a chair with his foot and sat down. He didn’t miss the speculative silence. Slow seconds ticked by while he stirred sugar into his tea. When he lifted his head, West was once again examining the view. Resigned, Carter set his mug down. “And?”
West’s expression didn’t change. “And what?”
Carter’s jaw tightened, a nerve in his cheek began to twitch. Ever since he’d gotten home, he’d had to keep a tight rein on his temper; right now, on a scale of one to ten he was at about eight and he was deteriorating fast. As far as he was concerned, talking about relationship problems was about as pleasurable as pulling teeth. It was also a known fact that West as a confidant was close to useless. On the other hand Dani had been his neighbour for eighteen years and he’d been dangling on a string for just about that long. He shrugged. “Any suggestions?”
“Nope.”
Carter let out a breath.
Tyler lifted an eyebrow. “What did you expect? If he’s a love doctor then so is the sphinx.”
The silence that followed Tyler’s statement was profound. Carter kept his expression carefully blank as he settled back in his chair. Time for a change of subject. West’s lack of relationship skills had always been a sore point with Tyler. The couple were happy now, but it had taken West eight years to admit he had a problem with emotion, let alone make a start on patching up his marriage. Carter eyed West’s briefcase. “So, what have you got for me?”
“A whole lot I didn’t expect to find.” West flipped the locks and pulled out a sheet of paper. He slid the page across to Carter. “Do those names mean anything to you?”
Amongst the list, Carter recognized the name of a prominent New Zealand businessman, Alex Bainbridge—a big hitter on the local stock market—and the name of a local farmer, Dave, who managed a large station on the other side of town. A third name, Jordan Carlisle, tantalized.
West sat back in his chair. “It’s a complicated trail, but I eventually found the links. Bainbridge is a director of Jackson’s Bay Holdings—the company that owns the large station McLean manages. Jackson’s Bay Holdings, through a subsidiary company, is also the major shareholder in the ostrich facility. Carlisle is a financier who’s been tied up with Bainbridge for years. The ostrich farm itself is a lemon—and the largest beneficiary of the losses are Bainbridge and Carlisle. In fact I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that they own the other company that has a small holding in it, because the facility is operated purely as a taxable write-off—not nice, but legitimate. The interesting thing is that the ostrich facility is on a prime piece of real estate—close to the beach and the town. I pulled a few strings and got a look at the syndicate’s first-stage development plans for the Jackson’s Bay resort. The main resort buildings are sited on the land presently occupied by the ostrich facility. To complicate matters, Bainbridge is on the board of directors of the bank the syndicate are using to finance their development. As it happens, that’s Jackson’s Ridge’s only bank.”
Carter sat back in his chair. He was beginning to feel happier. “And they’ve been folding on mortgages.”
“You’ve got it.” West slotted the pages in his suitcase with the same casual precision Carter knew he would use to bury Bainbridge and Carlisle and possibly Wells. “The links I’ve uncovered are enough to stop the resort project.”
“On another level entirely.” Carter pulled a device that looked like a remote control from his pocket and placed it on the table. He pressed a button; the liquid-crystal screen glowed. “I borrowed it from the local vet. It’s a microchip scanner. A lot of pedigree dog owners are using them, but apparently that’s also how you identify your bird, by the number encoded into the microchip embedded in its neck.”
West set his mug down. “Should be interesting.”
West held the rear passenger door of Carter’s truck open for Tyler and the dog that had adopted them—a lean streak of huntaway called Zoom. Zoom settled in beside Tyler, head erect, gaze focused on the windscreen, almost more human than dog. As West closed the door, he caught another glimpse of red hair and long tanned legs through the trees that separated the Galbraith and Rawlings houses. “How long did you say you’ve been living next door to Dani?”
“Like I said, forever. Eighteen years.”
West shook his head. “And you gave me a hard time.”
Dani slid into the driver’s seat of the truck and turned the key in the ignition. The motor turned over then died. Muttering a brief prayer, she held her breath, pumped the accelerator and turned the key again. This time the only sound was a click.
Gritting her teeth, she slid out of the driver’s seat. Like the tractor, she’d been babying the truck for weeks. It was due for a service and its six-monthly warrant of fitness. She could do without the service, because she’d changed the oil and the filters herself, but at present it was in no state to pass the warrant. One of the rear brake lights was gone and two of the tires were close to bald, although in this case neither of those things was the problem. The dead little click indicated the battery had probably died.
She searched for the catch of the bonnet and heaved upward. “If it turns out to be the starter motor, I’ll probably shoot the truck.”
“I’ll lend you the gun,” Carter murmured. “It should have been put down years ago.”
Dani almost dropped the bonnet as Carter walked out of bright sunshine into the dimness of the garage. “Careful. In vehicle terms this is close to antique. It could be worth a lot of money.”
“In an alternate universe where baling twine and rust mean something, maybe…”
Latching the bonnet, Dani picked up a screwdriver and began chiselling a thick layer of bluish crystals off the battery terminals.
“If you pour boiling water over the oxide it’ll take it right off.”
Dani let out a breath and counted and tried not to notice Carter looking certifiably gorgeous in a dazzling white T-shirt and butt-hugging jeans. “What do you want, Carter? As you can see, I’m busy.”
“Then it’s time you had an afternoon off. Want to go and see your new bird?”
“Not really.” Pulling fingernails out would be a more pleasurable pastime.
She was acutely aware of him watching her as she continued to work at the terminals.
“How old is that battery?”
Setting the screwdriver down on the bench, she grabbed a rag, wiped her hands, then dropped the bonnet. “Five years. I’m in denial.” She’d already done the calculation and figured it was ready for the scrap heap. Leaning in the driver’s-side door, she tried the key. The dead click confirmed what she already knew.
“Either way, you’re going to need a ride into town.”
“You could offer to pick up a battery for me.”
“Trust me, you need to check out the bird.”
“I know what they look like.” And how much they cost.
With a shrug, Carter slid a pair of dark glasses on the bridge of his nose and strolled toward his truck, which was parked beneath a shady tree.
Reluctantly, Dani slid the key out of the ignition and followed him. Ostriches or not, Carter was right, she needed that battery.
One of the rear windows of Carter’s truck slid down as she approached. A glossy strand of tawny hair shivered in the breeze and Dani’s stomach tightened. For the second time in two days there was a woman in his truck—and this one was pregnant.
Carter’s gaze connected with hers, and she wondered if he’d read her mind. “They’re a couple of friends from Auckland. Gabe and Tyler West.”
Dani registered the dark-haired man sitting next to Tyler as she gripped the handle of the passenger-side door. She’d heard Carter talk about the Wests, she’d even seen their wedding portrait in Carter’s lounge, but this was the first time Carter had ever introduced her to any of his SAS friends.
As she fastened her seat belt, a dog’s narrow head popped over one shoulder and the woman’s inquisitive stare in the rear view mirror immediately gave way to a bright smile. “Hi, I’m Tyler, and this is Zoom. You must be Dani. Carter’s told me all about you.”
Dani forced a smile and made a polite rejoinder. “Are you staying?”
“Only until Gabe can book a motel.” She patted her stomach. “We don’t want to be too far out from town with this little guy on the way.”
Several vehicles were parked at the ostrich facility. Dani was surprised to recognize Walter Douglas’s truck slotted beside Roger Wells’s gleaming new car, which now had a bank slogan emblazoned on the side.
West helped Tyler out. His gaze fixed on the glimpse of beach between a straggly line of windblown trees. “Million-dollar view.”
Carter climbed out from behind the wheel. “Not exactly prime ostrich country.”
Dani snapped her door closed. “What is?”
A sporty hatchback pulled into the car park, slotting next to Carter’s truck. Tony Flynn’s thin smile flashed as he climbed out. “What a surprise.”
Dani eyed the camera hung around his neck. “Only if you weren’t following us.” She’d noticed his vehicle just seconds after they’d pulled out onto the county road. Flynn was a lot of things, but he wasn’t subtle.
“It’s not against the law to drive on the open road.”
Carter locked the truck and pocketed the keys. “It might be if harassment’s involved.”
Flynn’s expression didn’t change. “Now I’m scared.”
Harry strolled out onto the shaded porch and shoved on a pair of dark glasses. He peered at Flynn. “What are you doin’ back here?”
“Came to buy some ostrich oil. For my gun. You got any?”
“What?” Harry twiddled with his ear.
Dani strode past Flynn. Now that she was here, she just wanted to get the viewing over and done with. “He can’t hear you, his hearing aid’s not turned up.”
Harry’s head swivelled in her direction. “You don’t have to yell.” He glared at Flynn. “What do you want—you’ve paid.”
“Don’t remind me. What’s Wells doing here?” Flynn’s expression grew hopeful. “This place going broke?”
“Smart, huh? Better watch your mouth.”
“Or what? You gonna blow me away?”
“Huh?” He peered at Flynn. His head swivelled, his gaze fixed on Dani. “You want to see your bird?”
“Offhand I can’t think of any other reason to be here.”
“You’ll have to wait. Walter’s just viewing his bird.”
Carter stepped up onto the veranda, dwarfing Harry. “What’s the wait for?”
“You gotta wait on Jim. He’s the only one who can deal with the birds.” Harry shook his head. “Damn dangerous.” He turned on his heel then stopped. He gestured at the lone plastic table with two chairs that was set up on the veranda. “If you want a cup of tea we’ve got a café here, just take a seat.”
Tyler studied the grimy surface of the table. “I wonder who the waitress is?”
Harry stamped inside. He disappeared from view then appeared in his office window, an electric kettle in his hand.
Carter slipped off his dark glasses and stepped inside. “Guess that answers that question.”
Harry made a production of opening the gate.
Walter Douglas was leaning on the fence, in conversation with Roger Wells. Jim was in the far corner of the pen, armed with a broom: he had an ostrich cornered. Jim aimed a scanner at the bird. “This one’s yer bird, Walter.”
Walter stared at the big bird with its long neck and beady eyes. “Great,” he said glumly.
Jim turned his back on the bird. A small head snaked down, Jim made a gargling sound. The bird ducked, avoiding Jim’s clumsy fend with the broom and strutted back to join the motley group of birds clustered in the opposite corner of the pen.
Harry’s gaze fixed on the birds with a kind of horrified fascination, giving credence to the blunt statement he’d made shortly after the facility had opened, that he “wasn’t never goin’ near those birds.” He cleared his throat. “Another customer for you, Jim.”
“Client,” Jim snapped.
Harry didn’t take his gaze off the birds. “Whatever.”
Carter leaned on the fence and gave Jim what Dani termed the standard “guy” look. “Looks like you run a tight operation.”
Jim’s expression took on a defensive cast. “I just show people their birds.”
“Be interested to know how many you’ve got.”
“Enough. Couldn’t tell you offhand.” Jim’s expression grew hopeful. “Not unless you wanted to invest?”
Carter’s eyes glazed over. “Let’s not worry about numbers today.”
Dani stared at the ostriches. They looked like they were a long way from home. Every time she saw the birds she experienced the same sense of disbelief. With the struggle and challenge of sheep and cattle farming she couldn’t understand why anyone would want to buy into something so exotic and risky. As far as she was concerned, if she could meet her mortgage payments, that was enough excitement to last her for the next ten years.
Jim marched toward the cluster of birds. They flowed around him then reformed in the adjacent corner. Face reddened with exertion, he finally managed to separate the birds into two groups. Seconds later, he cornered an ostrich.
“Looks like a random choice,” Carter murmured. “I thought he was going for the big one.”
“The big one?” Dani stared at the remaining birds, which had reformed into a single group. “From here they all look big.”
“It’s not a random choice.” As Jim pulled his scanner out of his pocket, Carter opened the tall metal gate and walked into the enclosure.
“Hey you can’t come in here—”
Carter’s gaze fixed on the ostrich. “Is that Dani’s bird?”
“Of course it’s her—”
“Have you checked?”
“I don’t need to. I reared these birds from chicks. What I don’t know about them isn’t worth knowing.”
Carter slipped the scanner he’d borrowed from his pocket and stepped closer to the bird.
Jim’s face took on a purple tinge. “Hey! What are you doing?”
“Same as you. Checking.” He studied the reading then compared it with the one still showing on Jim’s scanner. “This is the same bird you just said belonged to Walter.”
The conversation between Wells and Walter stopped.
Carter slipped a document from his pocket. Dani’s gaze sharpened as he unfolded the sheets. It looked suspiciously like her ostrich contract. She hadn’t been aware it was missing but, after the kiss on her veranda the other night, keeping track of that particular piece of paperwork hadn’t exactly been a priority. The last time she could remember seeing it was when Carter had been studying the amount noted on the receipt, after that, things had gotten a little confused.
But if things had been hazy for Dani, they hadn’t been for Carter. She had known the kiss had been a deliberate tester. He had wanted to gauge his progress, and he had wanted to soften her up before he’d made his offer of financial help. He hadn’t achieved everything he had wanted, she hadn’t allowed him to tie her to him financially, but he had stepped in closer to her, putting their relationship back on a physical footing—and he had obtained information he had wanted.
Carter had a ruthless streak—she had always known it. He’d made no secret about the fact that he wanted her back or that, as he’d stated a year ago, he wanted to tie her to him—on his terms.
She didn’t trust him, period. If ever she’d needed a reminder of exactly what it was that made her wary, this was it.
Grimly, she watched as he ran the device down the ostrich’s neck and checked the number registering on the screen with the number noted on the contract. “Looks like I owe you an apology. This is Dani’s bird.”
Jim blinked, the broom wavered.
He continued to scan down the bird’s neck. “And Walter’s and about…six others’.” With a deft movement, he slipped the contract back in his shirt pocket and took the broom off Jim, releasing the stressed bird. “Besides fraud there’s got to be a law against inserting eight microchips in an animal’s neck.”
Wells looked interested. “What is that device?”
Carter slipped the scanner back in his pocket. “A microchip scanner, the same thing Jim’s using. It picks up the individual codes. The ostrich facility has just over one hundred investors. From what I’ve seen there are only about thirty birds. Would that be right, Jim?”
A vein at Jim’s temple pulsed. “I’m just the handler, Harry does the figures.”
Harry’s eyes bugged.
Walter went bright red. “I just wrote out a cheque.”
Carter didn’t take his attention off Jim. “If I were you, Walter, I’d go and get it.”
Walter’s head jerked in assent. “Right.”
Jim took a step forward. “Hey you can’t do—”
Carter blocked him. “What? Get back the money you just stole from him?”
Harry’s expression took on an indignant cast. “We ain’t stole nothing.”
West straightened from his relaxed position against the fence. “Who’s your boss?”
A vein throbbed at Jim’s temple. “Don’t say a word, Harry. Not until he comes up with a warrant.”
“There’s a thought.” Carter pulled out his cell phone and put through a call. “Murdoch’s going to love this.”
Jim went pale.
West pulled a slip of paper out of his pocket. “Ever heard of Alex Bainbridge?”
Harry blinked, Jim kept his gaze on the ostriches.
“He owns Jackson’s Bay Holdings, which makes him your boss. He also runs the syndicate that’s been buying up farms and businesses.”
A nervous tic started on the side of Jim’s jaw.
Dani frowned, a flicker of movement distracting her. Flynn was visible in Harry’s office, and it looked as if he was searching it. “Jackson’s Bay Holdings. That’s John McLean. Didn’t he marry a Bainbridge? Hetty Bainbridge.”
Carter slipped his cell phone in his pocket and strolled back to the fence, his limp barely perceptible. “McLean’s wife is a Bainbridge?”
Dani shrugged. “Aunt Ellen had a friend in Mason who went to school with her. Not many people know it, but Hetty McLean is Alex Bainbridge’s half-sister.”
The metal gate clanged behind Carter. “That’s it, he’s sunk.”
West shook his head. “Small towns. You gotta love ’em.”
“Did I hear you say Bainbridge?”
Dani turned to find Wells right behind her. “That’s right. We’re just discussing the coincidence that Alex Bainbridge’s name seems to be all over the place lately.”
Jim’s expression grew panicked. “Can’t see how. The first time I’ve heard it is today.”
Dani lifted a brow. The nervous tic on Jim’s jaw had gone crazy, which probably meant he was lying through his teeth. “Then you better get used to it.” She jerked her head toward Harry’s office, where Flynn’s shadowy figure was still visible. “Once Flynn gets hold of the story, no one’s going to be talking about anything else for a month.”
Wells looked increasingly uncomfortable. “I think we need to talk. In private.”