When they reached the Horse Farm, Olivia sighed audibly.
Drew and Sydney had dragged a couple of feed crates out front. They sat on them—both cradling shotguns as they squinted down the road.
Olivia hopped out of the car and approached them. “What the hell are you two doing?” she demanded.
“You heard, right?” Sydney asked her thickly. “Aaron—he’s dead.”
“In the bathtub,” Drew said. “Electrocuted. They’re saying it was an accident.”
“Accident?” Sydney snorted. “Accident, my ass. We should’ve been listening to you a lot earlier, Olivia.”
“You saved the poor bastard’s life,” Drew said, shaking his head at Dustin. “And then he goes and takes a bath!”
“Who knew bathing could be lethal?” Sydney said dully.
Olivia set a hand on his shoulder. “We’re all so sorry,” she said. “I’m going to miss him so much.”
“What’s going to happen now?” Sydney asked.
“We’ll—we’ll just go on. Somehow, we’ll go on. I’m going to get out a press release saying that we’re closed—in mourning. We’ll reopen in a few weeks,” Olivia said.
“Horses have to eat,” Drew mumbled. “I can manage, though. And if you need financial help...”
“Thank you.” She gave him a shaky smile. “But I think our operating sheets are pretty good. We can maintain the place for a few months without digging into anyone’s personal funds and if it comes to that—well, we’ll figure it out.” Olivia cleared her throat. “I don’t think the two of you need to sit here with shotguns.”
“Yeah. We just need to stay out of bathtubs,” Drew said.
“And out of the woods,” Sydney added.
“Duck flying needles,” Drew muttered.
“And darts,” Sydney agreed.
“I have people coming in this afternoon,” Dustin told him. “We’ll get someone to stay here at the Horse Farm. I don’t think either of you is a target, though.”
“Maybe someone wanted to kill Marcus to get this place, except that doesn’t make sense because of all the trusts and the nonprofit and...” Sydney’s voice trailed off. He shook his head and began again. “If there had been someone who wanted Marcus dead, logically it would’ve been Aaron. But now Aaron’s dead, and next in line is Olivia...and...”
“Is Liv a target now?” Drew asked bluntly.
“Maybe. But you don’t need to worry unduly. Some people will believe that what happened to Aaron was an accident. He was alone in his house—there was a deputy stationed outside it,” Dustin explained.
“We had to go through this twice—thinking he died,” Drew said. “That isn’t fair.” He glanced at Dustin with a look of resignation on his face. “He’s really dead this time, huh?”
Dustin thought about Aaron’s corpse in the bathtub. “He’s really dead,” he said. “I’m sorry. And I’m sure you’re safe enough. You can go into your apartments. Just be aware of whoever’s around. You have plenty of dogs here to bark if any cars drive in.”
“Yeah,” Sydney told Drew. “We’ve got all the dogs.”
“We’ll still keep the rifles handy,” Drew insisted.
“Just don’t shoot each other, okay?” Olivia said, trying to smile.
“We’ll solve this thing. Really,” Dustin promised.
Sydney looked at him skeptically. “How do you solve accidents, Dustin? How do you solve accidents that happen when no one else is around?”
“Someone else was around. And we’ll figure out who. Liv, come on. We’ve got to get to the station.”
“You two take care,” Olivia told them.
Andrew nodded. “Yep. We’ll take care. And you take care of Olivia, Dustin. Agent Blake. Don’t you let anything happen to her!” he said fiercely.
“I’m going to be fine,” Olivia vowed. She let Dustin lead her to the car. He could tell that she was trembling.
“You are going to be fine,” he murmured.
He drove to the station. She sat beside him, pale and silent.
“Olivia?” he said quietly.
She turned to him. “I can’t grasp it! I can’t seem to grasp it. Aaron is really dead. I feel...numb. I should hurt more. A friend and a colleague is dead. I cared about Aaron. I just feel...numb.”
“You’ll cry in time,” he said. “Being numb right now is probably good. It’s a kind of emotional protection. We still have a ways to go until we get to the end of this case so being numb will help you get through it.”
“If I do feel anything...I’m angry.”
“Anger isn’t a bad thing, either.”