Page 101 of My One and Only

“I do,” Cam said. “And I’d like you to put aside anything that seems odd or doesn’t make sense, so I can take a look at it.”

Will nodded. “I’ll do that. Thanks for this opportunity, Cam. I really appreciate it.”

“I’m glad I have someone who can step into it right away. Keep me posted on what you find, okay? And if you need help, or have questions? Don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Will do.” He turned to Jo. “Nice to meet you, Ms.Hatch.”

Jo smiled at him. “You, too, Will.”

After Will left the office, Jo turned to Cam. “I think you made a good choice with Will.”

“Yeah, I do, too. He’s always been conscientious and willing to work hard. I’ll talk to our lawyers and have them draft an agreement for Will to sign. Then I’ll ask my personal accountant to look over his financials.” He drew in a breath. “I’m confident about my decision to promote Will. That was the right choice.”

Jo studied him for a long moment. “For what it’s worth, I think it was, too. I just hope you don’t feel… bad or disloyal for replacing Don so quickly,” she said.

“Absolutely not,” he said. “The company has to move forward, and we can’t do that without someone in Don’s former position.”

“Good,” she said. “Because I got a good vibe from Will.” She smiled at Cam, and he smiled back. Then he took a deep breath.

“Now I have to figure out what to do next.”

Thirty minutes later, while Cam was studying his building plans for the spring, his phone rang. Picking it up, he said, “Cam Pierce.”

“Mr.Pierce, this is Detective Miller, Ogden PD. I have some information for you.”

“About Don Kincaid?”

“No. My understanding is that he’ll be at Delnor for several more days. We have an officer at his door, and there’ll be an officer there until he’s released into our custody. This is about the bomb we found on your truck.”

Cam’s fingers tightened on the phone. “What have you found?”

“Can you come down to the station? I’d rather not get into this over the phone.”

“We’ll be right there.”

“You don’t need an attorney, Mr.Pierce.”

“Not bringing one. I’m bringing my bodyguard. Until we know everyone involved in this scheme is locked up, I’m not taking any chances. And neither is she.”

After a long pause, Miller said, “That’s smart, Mr.Pierce. See you in a bit.”

Cam ended the call and turned to Jo. “We need to go to the police station. Detective Miller has some information about the bomb.”

“Okay.” Jo turned off her computer, slid it into its case and then into her leather satchel, then stood up and grabbed her coat. “Let’s go.”

Fifteen minutes later, they were both seated in front of Detective Miller’s desk. His gaze flipped from Cam to Jo and back to Cam. “I think I told you that we found fingerprints on the bomb, but they weren’t in the IAFIS fingerprint database. We checked Kincaid’s fingerprints, but it wasn’t him. I sent the prints to the military and asked them to run them through their own database because I suspected the bomb was made by a veteran. Lots of people learned how to defuse bombs in Afghanistan.” His face darkened. “Learned how to make them, as well.

“The military got back to me this morning. They belong to a guy named William Simms.”

“Billy Simms?”Cam said. “He works for me. Installs plumbing and studs in houses we’re building.”

“Yeah, we checked into him. I sent two officers to his house to pick him up, but he wasn’t there.”

“Did you check his workplace?”Jo asked.

Miller nodded at her. “We did, and that’s where he was. His truck was packed and he apparently had stopped at the house he was working on to pick up his tools.” Miller shook his head. “Clearly getting ready to rabbit. When he saw my officers, he pulled a gun, but they were able to subdue him and confiscate his weapon. They searched his truck and found three more guns. He’s sitting in our lock-up right now, refusing to talk.”

Miller smiled. “Usually doesn’t take long before they see the light and want to tell us their side of the story. But he’s going to be joining Mr.Kincaid in the state prison. His fingerprints were all over that bomb.” He scoffed. “Probably assumed they’d be destroyed when the bomb blew.”

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