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“You can stay, but with stipulations. First, I need to be with you during your investigation. I don’t want you talking to anyone on your own.” He wasn’t going to share about his adventure when someone tried to run him off the road. Surely, someone wasn’t stupid enough to try to hurt Greer. She’d been telling everyone Moore had died from a heart attack, so she was probably safe. But he’d stay glued to her side just to be sure.
“Fine, but I do the talking,” she said as she plopped her hands on her hips.
“Agreed.” To a point. No need to share that thought.
“Second, the moment you know for sure there’s no hope for us to get paid, you’re gone.”
“Okay, but my investigation might take a while. Can you guarantee you won’t change your mind or complain before that?”
He grudgingly agreed to that one as well.
“And three,” she said this time. “When we’re finished talking to everyone, we will talk to the cops and tell them what we know. Moore deserves that. If someone deliberately tried to take him out, or even if they just wanted to cause an accident, they had a hand in his death and they should be punished.”
She was right. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll tell them if we find something to tell.”
When she cocked her head, he thought she might argue with him, but she just gave him a single nod. “I’m going to use the restroom.” She glanced at her watch. “It’s getting late. We should grab something to eat in the hospitality tent or there won’t be anything left.”
The idea of eating next to Greer, of making small talk and appearing normal was too much. “I’m good. You go ahead.”
“But you said you wanted to be with me for the whole investigation. I might get the chance to question someone. Don’t you want to be there for that?”
The sound of someone entering the trailer halted their conversation abruptly. Timo came through the door. “We’re getting ready for the next session. The guys are putting on their suits. Do you want to come to the monitors? I think Tatum and Hans could use the support.”
“On the way,” Dalton said to Timo. “Jordana is going to go out as well. I want to see her on the track.” To Greer, he told her, “You go ahead, and I’ll be over in a bit.”
“Do you mind if I watch Jordana?” Greer asked.
“Suit yourself,” he said and then followed Timo out of the trailer and into the rain. He needed to develop a thicker skin if he was going to have Greer around. Not having lunch with her because he didn’t think he could handle being close to her was stupid, and worse, juvenile. He had to toughen up.
He entered the garage and chatted with the crew until Tatum, Hans, and Jordana arrived. He watched each driver get into their car and gave them a thumbs up. Jordana’s grin stretched ear to ear. He was thrilled she was so happy. At least he could get her a race or two before everything went to hell.
Out on the track, there was a bit of traffic. Dalton stood at the screens with his headphones covering one ear, watching his drivers. Gus came up beside him. “I think Tatum is a little nervous,” the older man said.
Dalton nodded. “I know. We need them to build their confidence and not do anything stupid.”
Gus shrugged. “It’s supposed to really pour here in a bit.”
“I told Timo and Rory to bring them in if the rain gets too hard.” They watched in silence for a while. Rory and Timo’s voices came through the headsets as they gave instructions to their students. The car in front of Tatum spun off into the gravel, narrowly missing him.
Rory praised the man’s maneuver to get out of the way. “Good job, Tatum.”
“That was close,” Tatum said.
Gus touched Dalton’s arm. “Good idea sending them out there. I think it’s going to rain on race day.”
Dalton looked at the mechanic. “It doesn’t call for rain. Says it will be cloudy. Maybe a slight chance. Rain is supposed to happen on Monday.”
“Maybe, but my bones tell me it will rain on race day. Always better to be prepared.”
Dalton just stared at his mechanic and shook his head. The old man was getting more superstitious by the day. Rain and his screwdriver. What the hell was he going to say next?
“You sent your guys out?” Clyde asked as he, Jack, and Karl cut through the garage. “We’re heading back to the hotel. Supposed to pour for the rest of the day. Springtime in the Alps.” He chuckled harshly. “There’s only one more session after this one, and that’s after dark. Not doing it on rain tires if we don’t have to.”
Dalton just nodded at them. There was no point in discussing his reasoning. Everyone had a different strategy.
“I hope none of your drivers crash. It’s a mess out there,” Karl said as he took a bag of chips and some cookies from the coffee stand. He waved and followed the other two out.
“Why do you put up with those guys taking our stuff?” Gus asked.
