Ben lifted a brow. “Advice? Shouldn’t you consult your attorney for that?”
“Not for this. I need the advice of an ex-cop, one who was honored as Policeman of the Year four times. And one who would have had a great career as a detective if he hadn’t put his daughters first and resign after a couple of years to go back to being a cop to spend more time at home with them.”
At the widening of Ben’s eyes, Sheppard smiled. “My son was marrying your daughter, so I did some research of my own.”
Ben laughed. “Fair enough. So why am I here?”
At that moment the prison guard Ben remembered from the last visit, Ambrose, crossed the room and handed Sheppard a piece of paper. He took it and glanced at it before handing it to Ben. “This is the reason for the bodyguards. I know I didn’t kill my wife, but someone else did. And that someone doesn’t like the thought of my leaving here anytime soon.”
Ben glanced down at the paper and read it. It was an email that had been sent to Sheppard. He didn’t like the words. He didn’t like the tone and he sure as hell didn’t like the blatant threat.
Granger. You don’t know me, but I know you. If I were you, I would make sure your sons don’t get it into their heads to prove your innocence. Something tragic could happen.
Ben lifted his gaze. “Have you shown this to the prison officials?”
“Yes, Warren Smallwood is aware of it. My attorney was able to trace it to a public computer in the Wesconnett Library.”
Ben nodded. Wesconnett was a community on the outskirts of Charlottesville.
“I never wanted them to find out about that email.”
Ben shrugged. “So now they have, and according to Jules, threat or no threat, they intended to fight to have your case reopened.”
“I can’t let them do that.”
“Not sure you can stop them.”
“I must. They have more than just themselves to think about. Jace and Caden now have wives and we—you and I—have a grandbaby on the way. I don’t know who or what I’m dealing with here, Ben. And I don’t want anything to happen to my family. Which is now our family.”
Ben didn’t say anything for a long moment as he stared at Sheppard, understanding completely what he was saying. “What is it you want me to do, Sheppard?”
“My sons won’t like what I intend to tell them when we meet, but it can’t be helped. Their lives are a lot more important than mine. I can’t allow them to reopen my case. I’m hoping you will get through to them where I might fail.”
Ben lifted a brow. “I don’t know your other two sons that well. Just Jace.”
“And that’s a good start. Jace is levelheaded, and Caden and Dalton respect his leadership. If you can convince Jace of the danger, not just to himself but to Shana and their child, he might see reason.”
“And if I can’t get him to come around?”
Sheppard heaved a deep breath. “I don’t even want to think of that possibility, Ben.”
*
The lone figure stood on the opposite side of the street and glanced up at the impressive building, sizing it up as if it were a person. A person who would eventually have to be dealt with.
Granger Aeronautics.
The weather was cold, and evening would be settling in soon and making it even colder. History was about to repeat itself. Sheppard Granger had been warned, but it seemed he couldn’t keep his sons in line. Keep them from sticking those noses where they didn’t belong. If the case were to be reopened all the players would be exposed, and that couldn’t happen.
Cold eyes watched as Granger employees hurriedly left the building. The workday was over, and it was time to go home. A new plan had been implemented, one more sinister than the last. Before it was over, additional lives would be lost.
Fifteen years had passed, and it was time to once again take care of business.