“Here’s what I found out while you were outside.” Dom tapped the computer screen. “It turns out there is one main charter service in Jackson Hole. And I think it may be the place where Stuart Ramsey worked.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Because it’s an exclusive, high-priced operation. Something that would appeal to rich people. Their planes are very plush. Check this out.” He turned the screen so she could see better. The interior of the plane was fancy, a far cry from what Logan’s planes offered. Then again, Logan tended to shuttle hunters around, not rich people.
“Okay, but even if that is the place Ramsey worked, we’re not going to be able to figure out who used the service prior to our parents’ plane going down.”
“Oh, ye of little faith,” Dom scoffed. “I’ve already hacked into their database.” His fingers flew across the keyboard. “First of all, I found Stuart Ramsey’s name listed as a former employee.”
“Wow, you can do that?” She couldn’t help being impressed. “How long had Stuart worked there?”
“Eight years.” Dom didn’t take his eyes off the screen as he worked. “Helen mentioned Stuart had sabotaged my dad’s plane for money, and the police mentioned he had gambling debts. I’m more interested in who hired him.”
Kendra nodded. He was right, Stuart’s motive wasn’t as important as the guy who’d hired him. “Still, I’m not sure we’ll know which person is guilty just by looking at names on a roster.”
Dom shot her a quick look. “It’s a place to start. We need to know who is trying to kill me. Well, both of us now,” he amended.
She sipped her coffee, watching him work. Smoky snoozed on the floor at her feet. Dom alternated between jotting names on one tab of his computer screen and searching the database for others.
Leaving him to it, Kendra rose and added more wood to the fireplace. Smoky rose, stretched, and followed her.
Sitting around twiddling her thumbs while Dom worked wasn’t easy. Despite drinking coffee at eight in the evening, she yawned.
“Hey, why don’t you get some sleep?” Dom suggested.
She turned to face him. “Are you going to get some sleep?”
“No. Not until I have a lead on the guy who hired this gunman.” He gestured toward the hallway leading to the bedrooms. “There’s no reason for both of us to stay awake. Get some rest, Kendra.”
“Not yet.” It wasn’t that late. After adding one more log to the fire, she joined him back at the table. “Is there something I can do?”
“Not really.” He stopped typing for a moment, then turned the screen toward her. “Take a look at these names. Any of them look or sound familiar?”
Resting her chin in her hand, she read through the names. There were only six, and not a single one looked familiar. “No, sorry. What’s your thought? To see if any of them have ties to Gunther Volter? Or to South Africa?” She doubted there was a website out there that listed the members of the Randover Royals.
“Yes, exactly.” He shrugged and turned the screen back. “I wish I had asked Raine for the name of the company my father worked for as an accountant.”
“We can follow up with Raine about that in the morning.” She stifled another yawn. “I doubt that company is still in business, though. They’d have gone down after my father testified against Gunther, right?”
“Probably.” Dom glanced at her again. “I can’t believe they killed my mother to convince my father to keep quiet.”
“Very brutal and coldhearted.” Especially since the bad guys had intended to kill an innocent three-year-old Dominic too. “I’m sorry. Maybe someday you’ll be able to meet your mother’s family.”
“Doubtful, but that’s okay.” He sighed and turned his attention back to the screen. A message popped up. “Wow, looks like Helen just got back to me.”
“What did she say?” Kendra leaned forward again.
Dom opened the message. Helen agreed to talk, then mentioned how she’d received a South African gold coin from Stuart that she discovered was worth $3,824.
Kendra blinked. Stuart had given Helen a Krugerrand? Was that small gold coin the real reason the gunman wanted to kill Dominic?
6
“I’m surprised to hear Stuart Ramsey gave Helen a Krugerrand.” Dominic couldn’t tear his gaze from the message on the screen. He pulled the coin he’d always considered to be worthless from his pocket. Apparently, Raine Sullivan was correct about the value of the coin.
“I wonder if the bad guy paid Stuart in Krugerrand to sabotage your dad’s plane.” Kendra’s expression was thoughtful. “Or if he found it lying around in your father’s hangar, the way you did.”
He lifted his head to stare at her. “That never occurred to me. Although I highly doubt my dad would have left more than one of them fall to the ground.” Another idea popped into his head. “Maybe Stuart stole it from a stash he found in my dad’s plane.”
