Page 81 of Smokescreen

He spotted the drone, pulled his gun and fired.

A second later, the footage went black.

Olive sighed and leaned back against the headboard. “We need to figure out who the man in the black truck is.”

“Yes, we do. But that will be easier said than done.”

A few minutes later, Olive and Reid headed to Vulture Gulch to meet with Wayne.

Hopefully, the lawyer had reviewed the will and was ready to share his conclusions.

Olive knew Reid was apprehensive about the meeting. He was quiet, his muscles hard with tension as he drove. She wanted to reassure him, but she wasn’t sure how. He stood to lose property that was important to him, and she didn’t want to placate him.

Her gut told her Reid truly hadn’t been aware of the other will. Olive didn’t want to believe the legal document might be real. But she needed to keep an open mind.

Plus, she really wanted to talk to Lucy and get more details about how she’d just so happened to stumble upon this copy of the will. Why had her mom even had it in her possession? And if she and her mom were estranged, what was Lucy doing looking for a car title at her house?

Something wasn’t making sense.

Finally, they pulled up in front of Barrington and Associates.

Before Reid opened his truck door, Olive rested her hand on his forearm. “It’s going to be okay.”

She’d just vowed not to placate him, yet she’d done it anyway. He just looked like he needed some encouragement, someone to be in his corner.

In some ways he was like her. He had no family left. Olive knew how hard that could be.

He stared at her, something heavy in his gaze.

Then instead of saying whatever was on his mind, he nodded. “Thanks for your confidence. But I’m really not sure how this is going to turn out. Someone is desperate to ruin me, and they’re doing a pretty good job.”

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but we’re getting closer to answers. I can feel it.”

“I hope you’re right.” Reid gave her one last look before climbing from his truck.

Olive followed behind him, and they stepped toward Wayne’s law office. A strong wind gust blew over them just as they reached the door.

She looked at the mountains, the direction the wind had come from.

“A front is supposed to come through later,” Reid explained. “We could get more rain. For now, we deal with the wind.”

But to Olive, the wind almost felt like an ominous warning of what was to come.

They stepped into the law office, and a secretary directed them into Wayne’s office.

When they entered the room, Wayne sat at his desk, reading glasses perched on his nose as he reviewed some papers.

“Reid and Olive.” Wayne took his glasses off as he looked up at them with a smile. “Thanks for coming by. Please, shut the door behind you.”

Reid did just that, and they sat in the chairs in front of the desk.

Tension crackled in the air. If Olive were in Reid’s shoes, she’d probably feel the same way: anxious. Like his future and legacy hung in the balance. Like everything his family had worked toward was now on the line.

“By the way, guess who I ran into?” Wayne stared at them as if he wanted them to guess. When they didn’t respond, he said, “Although I assume you’re not surprised because you’ve already seen her.”

Reid twisted his neck. “Who would that be?”

“Daphne. I remember meeting her when she was in town filming that show of yours.”