"Find that senator."
Jayden blew out a breath when Marv hung up. He dropped his cell phone on his desk then buried his head in his hands. He had thought life was chaotic yesterday. It had nothing on today. His life had just gone nuclear.
Granted, he could just ignore all of this, submit his resignation to Marv, and go on his merry little way. He had stopped his investigation into Wilson's activities, and he didn't plan on continuing them.
He just couldn't seem to shake the guilt he felt at opening this can of worms. If he'd kept his big fat mouth shut, no one would have known Wilson was even in the area. It wasn’t like he'd been to Cade Creek before. No one would have been looking for him if Jayden hadn't said anything.
There was pretty much only one thing he could do. Jayden turned off his computer, grabbed his cell phone, and walked out the door. He was headed back to Cade Creek. He needed to find Wilson and warn him then find Ricky and try to steer him away from the senator. It was the least he could do for the man he couldn't seem to stop thinking about.
Chapter Eight
Wilson yawned as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He'd never quite gotten used to eating a big breakfast in the mornings, but he practically lived on coffee. His doctor had fits about that every time he went in for a check-up.
He still wasn't giving up coffee.
He groaned when he took his first sip of the sweet ambrosia. Whoever invented coffee should have been canonized. Wilson imagined it had saved a lot of lives over the centuries.
Wilson picked up his cell phone and called the one man he knew would have the answer. "Lex, who invented coffee?" he asked when the man answered.
"I believe it came from the Kaffa region of Ethiopia, sir, but there's some controversy as to whether it was invented in the fifteenth century or the ninth century."
"Cool." Wilson grinned before taking another sip. "Is there anything I need to know about?"
"Your ex-wife and mother have called several times. I informed them both that you were out of the office for the next few days but I would relay their messages as soon as you came in. Your mother has threatened to have me fired for not giving her your new cell number."
"Hell, I just might give you a raise."
"Thank you, sir, but that is not necessary. You pay me very well to keep your life in order."
"I should. You do a very good job of it."
"Thank you, sir," Lex replied. "How did your meeting go, sir?"
"It went well. There are a few things we need to iron out, but I have no doubt that things will work in my favor." Wilson didn't want to give too much away over an open line. "Mr. Jacks seemed agreeable to continuing our association."
"Excellent, sir. If I can be of any assistance—"
"I'll let you know, Lex."
"Yes, sir."
"Goodbye, Lex."
Lex sighed. "Goodbye, sir."
Wilson hung up then carried his coffee out to the front porch. He settled himself into one of the deck chairs on the porch and stared out into the lush green forest. There was a small lake just beyond the trees. He could see the water from where he sat. He had no problem understanding why the Blaecleahs chose this place to build their home.
He hadn't been able to meet them the previous night. Apparently, one of the grandchildren had come down with a bad cold and the entire clan had rallied around the young child. Donnell Blaecleah had called, saying the cabin was unlocked and ready for his use for as long as he needed it. He was hoping to meet them, though. They had turned over their cabin to him, no questions asked.
Who did that in this day and age?
Wilson stiffened when he heard footsteps. He stood and took a step closer to the porch railing when they drew closer. A large blond-haired man with green eyes stepped through the trees. The friendly smile on his face was the only thing that kept Wilson from losing it.
He hadn't realized he was so wound up.
"Good morning." The man held up a brown paper sack. "I bring welcome to the neighborhood pastries from Kapheri's Koffee Korner."
"Good morning," Wilson called back.
