"What your father had on Brandon. What Elizabeth had on Brandon."
I was puzzled for a second. He'd had it with him the whole time. And then I wondered. The car. Why had Hoyt gone to the car?
"Where are the copies?" I asked.
He grinned as though happy I had asked. "There aren't any. It's all here."
"I still don't understand."
"You will, David. I'm sorry, but you're my fall guy now. It's the only way."
"Scope won't buy it," I said.
"Yeah, he will. Like you said, I've worked for him a long time. I know what he wants to hear. Tonight it ends."
"With my death?" I asked.
He didn't reply.
"How are you going to explain it to Elizabeth?"
"She might end up hating me," he said. "But at least she'll be alive."
Up ahead, I could see the estate's gated back entrance. Endgame, I thought. The uniformed security guard waved us through. Hoyt kept the gun on me. We started up the drive and then, without warning, Hoyt slammed on the brake.
He spun toward me. "You wearing a wire, Beck?"
"What? No."
"Bullshit, let me see." He reached for my chest. I leaned away. He lifted the gun higher, closed the gap between us, and then started patting me down. Satisfied, he sat back.
"You're lucky," he said with a sneer.
He shifted back into drive. Even in the dark, you could get a feel for the lushness of the grounds. Trees stood silhouetted against the moon, swaying even though there seemed to be no wind. In the distance, I saw a burst of lights. Hoyt followed the road toward them. A faded gray sign told us we'd arrived at the Freedom Trails Stables. We parked in the first spot on the left. I looked out the window. I don't know much about the housing of horses, but this sprawl was impressive. There was one hangar shaped building large enough to house a dozen tennis courts. The stables themselves were V-shaped and stretched as far as I could see. There was a sprouting fountain in the middle of the grounds. There were tracks and jumps and obstacle courses.
They were also men waiting for us.
With the weapon still on me, Hoyt said, "Get out."
I did. When I closed the door, the slam echoed in the stillness. Hoyt came around to my side of the car and jammed the gun into the small of my back. The smells brought on a quick spell of 4H fair deja vu. But when I saw the four men in front of me, two of whom I recognized, the image fled.
The other two - the two I had never seen before - were both armed with some sort of semiautomatic rifle. They pointed them at us. I barely shuddered. I guess that I was getting used to weapons aimed in my direction. One of the men stood on the far right near the stable entrance. The other was leaning against a car on the left.
The two men I had recognized were huddled together under a light. One was Larry Gandle. The other was Griffin Scope. Hoyt nudged me forward with the gun. As we moved toward them, I saw the door to the big building open.
Eric Wu stepped out.
My heart thumped against my rib cage. I could hear my breath in my ears. My legs tingled. I might be immune to weapon intimidation, but my body remembered Wu's fingers. I involuntarily slowed a step. Wu hardly glanced at me. He walked straight to Griffin Scope and handed him something.
Hoyt made me stop when we were still a dozen yards away. "Good news," he called out.
All eyes turned to Griffin Scope. I knew the man, of course. I was, after all, the son of an old friend and the brother of a trusted employee. Like most everyone else, I'd been in awe of the burly man with the twinkle in his eye. He was the guy you wanted to notice you - a back-slap buy-you-a-drink compadre who had the rare ability to walk the tightrope between friend and employer. It was a mix that rarely worked. The boss either lost respect when he became a friend, or the friend was resented when he suddenly had to be the boss. That wasn't a problem for a dynamo like Griffin Scope. He'd always known how to lead.
Griffin Scope looked puzzled. "Good news, Hoyt?"
Hoyt tried a smile. "Very good news, I think."
"Wonderful," Scope said. He glanced at Wu. Wu nodded but stayed where he was.