Page 40 of The Inheritance
Elias pulled up the interview notes on his tablet. Neither Melissa nor London said anything about the gold. Malcolm wouldn’t have seen the buried adamantite, but gold was an entirely different beast. It was just lying there in the stream.
Was it just gold? Was that it? He’d been wracking his brain, trying to find the reason for the lapse in procedure, having this back and forth with Leo, wondering what he was missing, and all this time, the answer was depressingly simple. Well, no shit, Sherlock, here it is. Greed.
He had put so many regulations and checks in place, and somehow greed always won. He was so fucking tired.
Leo appeared in the open doorway like a wraith manifesting, met his gaze, and stepped back.
“Come inside and shut the door,” Elias growled.
Leo came in and closed the door behind him.
“Sit.”
Leo sat.
“Why do baby miners think I’m scary?”
“Because you are, sir. Most people find a man who can cut a car in half with a single strike and then throw the pieces at you frightening.”
“Hmm.”
“Also, we offer the highest pay and the best benefits among the top-tier guilds, and you are their boss who holds their livelihood in his gauntleted fingers…”
Elias raised his hand. “Did you know there was gold at the mining site?”
Leo’s eyes flashed with white. “I did not.”
“Apparently it was in the water. Nuggets the size of walnuts. Finally, I know something before you do.”
“Congratulations, sir.”
Elias let that go, pulled up the map of the site on his tablet, and pointed at the three tunnels, each carrying a current of water that merged into a single stream. “Gold washes downstream.”
“Malcolm left the tunnels open because he wanted to maximize the profit from the site.” Leo’s face snapped into a hard flat mask. “He must’ve expected that once they cleared the site, they would gather more gold upstream.”
“Remind me, how much did Malcolm make last year?”
“Seven million.”
“I want to know why gold got him so excited that he risked twenty lives by leaving the tunnels unsecured.”
“Twenty?” Leo frowned. “The mining crew, the escort, the scout, the DeBRA…”
“And the dog.”
“Oh.”
“Malcolm took a significant risk. That’s not just greed. That’s desperation. How are his finances?”
“Squeaky clean as of the last audit, which was two months ago. Credit score of eight hundred and ten, low debt to assets, less than ten thousand owed on credit cards. I’m following up on a couple of things. We should know more in a few hours. Do you want me to get Wagner in to talk to you?”
“He won’t tell me anything. Wagner is forty-nine years old. He was a coal miner before the gates appeared, and we are his third guild. He’s used to getting screwed over by his bosses.”
“So, he developed an adversarial relationship with us despite fair treatment,” Leo said. “Seems counterintuitive.”
“It doesn’t matter what kind of treatment he gets. He’s cooked. He doesn’t trust us, he will never trust us, and he will always resent us no matter how many benefits he gets.”
“That’s not even logical.”
