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“There was a logo on the driver’s door, but I couldn’t make it out. I got some pictures of the video. I’ll send them to you.”
“I’ll get Stan and Al out there. We’ll dig into it. Maybe we can find a better image of the truck on camera farther down the road somewhere. Get me those cigarette butts, and we’ll see if the lab can pull DNA off them.”
“Will do.”
“Did you have a chance to look at the damage?”
“Not too close, but the guy wasn’t carrying much. Probably some C4 he popped on like the kind we use to blow doors. Wouldn’t take much to ignite those fuel tanks.”
“Right. Okay. Be careful.”
“Always.” Grady disconnected.
“Do you think this is all connected?” Tinsley asked, worry lines on her forehead.
Grady gave it to her straight. “I think somebody’s pissed at Wyatt Oil or at your father specifically. Which one it is, I don’t know. You got any ideas?”
“No. I think we should have a conversation with my father.”
“I think you’re right.” He put the truck in gear and pulled out.
The sun was setting by the time Grady and Tinsley made the drive from Midland to Dallas. When they walked in, they found out JD had flown out to see the damage himself, and he wasn’t back yet.
“Can you grab me an envelope off your father’s desk?” Grady asked.
“Sure.” Tinsley walked in his study, and Grady followed. She opened a drawer, searching for one. As she shoved things around, she came across a note. It was scrawled in chicken-scratch handwriting. Tinsley identified it immediately. Palmer’s father had scribbled in exactly that manner when he’d signed her birthday card last year.
Do we have a deal?
She picked it up and stared, wondering what kind of deal her father would make with Palmer’s father.
“Find one?” Grady asked.
She shoved the note in the drawer and shut it, then searched in another. “Here’s one.” She carried it to Grady.
“You okay?”
“Sure. Why?”
He looked toward the desk.
“I’m going up to take a shower,” Tinsley said, pushing past him and climbing the stairs.
Grady watched her go, then he shoved the cigarette butts in the envelope and sealed it. He found Thomas outside.
“I need you to take this envelope to Tri Star in Granbury.”
“Where’s Granbury?”
“Southwest of Ft. Worth. Google the address. Go. It’s urgent.”
He grumbled, but replied the way he was expected. “Yes, sir.”
By the time JD returned to the estate, it was late. Grady met him in the entryway.
“We need to talk.”
“Can it wait? I’m exhausted.”
