Hidden Summit - By Robyn Carr Page 0,98

time to time. He got a little news about the economy—hardly ever good these days—some major national stories from kidnappings to shootings. Nothing big from Humboldt County, usually, unless they had an earthquake or something. Or maybe that occasional giant pot bust.

He was crouched behind the bar, counting bottles, when he heard the news anchor talking about a big murder trial in Sacramento. He went on to say that the arresting officers and forensic experts had testified for the prosecution, but there was only one eyewitness to the crime.

It was pure coincidence that he happened to stand up at that time and see, on the screen, the face of someone he knew. Conner Danson. He didn’t catch the name, but the face was unmistakable—except for the absence of the neatly, tightly trimmed and sculptured mustache and goatee. And he caught the last of the broadcast.

…will testify for the prosecution tomorrow. The trial is not televised but our reporters will be on the scene for any breaking news....

What the hell, he thought. That was the breaking news.

He went to the kitchen and picked up the phone. He called Paul’s office in the trailer even though he knew catching him there was iffy. Leslie answered, and he said, “Hey, Leslie, it’s Jack. Did you know your boyfriend is testifying in a murder trial in Sacramento?”

There was a moment of silence before she laughed just a little and said, “Really, Jack, you’re totally full of it. Very funny.”

“Yeah, I’m just a real card. Is Paul around?”

“Sure. Hang on.”

A second later Paul came on the line with a, “What’s up, Jack?”

“Your man, Conner,” he said. “I just saw his picture on CNN. They do a break from national news for local stuff. What did he say was his reason for needing time off?”

“Family emergency,” Paul said. “Unspecified.”

“I think I can specify it. He’s the only witness in a murder trial in Sacramento. His picture was on TV. He’s going to testify tomorrow.”

Paul was completely quiet for a long, still moment. Then he yelled, “Lessssleeee!” And next he said, “I gotta go. I’ll get back to you.” And he hung up.

Jack turned to where Preacher was chopping something on the work island in the kitchen and said, “Can you get on the computer and look something up for me?”

“I guess so. If you’ll pay me for it.”

“I’m not paying you for it! Do it for the cause! Take one for the team!”

“Fine,” Preacher said, putting down his knife and wiping his hands. “Murder trial in the capitol, Conner Danson. Got it. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Don’t say panties to me,” Jack nearly roared. “Don’t ever call what I wear panties!”

And Preacher said, “Sheesh. Take it easy. You weren’t murdered.”

Leslie stood in Paul’s doorway, her eyes as round as beach balls. She twisted her hands.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on with Conner?” Paul asked from behind his desk.

Without uttering a word, she shook her head.

“His picture was on TV,” Paul told her. “That’s how Jack knows. That’s how anyone who watches the news is going to know. Did you realize he’s going to testify tomorrow?”

She shook her head and clutched her hands tighter so they wouldn’t shake. Tears gathered in her eyes.

Paul stood up from behind his desk. “Les, don’t go through this alone.”

“I’m not alone,” she said in a very soft voice. But she was alone. And so needed some support.

The phone on Paul’s desk rang, and he picked it up. “Haggerty Construction. Yeah? Yeah? I’ll be damned. Well, I guess I’m not at all surprised. I’ll see you in a couple hours, then. And I’ll bring Les.” Then he hung up.

“Bring Les where?” she asked.

“Apparently it took Preacher about two minutes on the computer to find out that Danson Conner, the owner of a hardware store in Sacramento, witnessed a murder in the alley behind his store and is going to testify against a very powerful man in the murder trial. And guess what? He’s been here for a few months. Did you know that Jack’s little sister was a Sacramento County prosecutor? He says this has Brie’s fingerprints all over it, so he called her and offered to buy her a beer at around four today. We’re going to join them.”

“We are?”

“Yes, we are. I can see you’re scared. Brie knows how much of this she can let out, and that’s bound to reassure you a little bit. So you can talk!” He sat back down. “Go on—get