Web of Lies (Page 54)

Finn nodded. "Actually, our good friend Tobias Dawson has already started shoring up the mine, and he’s even crossed over into Warren’s land."

"Explains all the rumblings and mini earthquakes they’ve heard and felt." I took another bite of cobbler. The oat topping provided a crunchy, chewy contrast to the syrupy sweetness of the blackberry filling. Mmm. Perfect.

"But wait, there’s more," Finn said. "Dawson might be mining his brains out, but he’s not making a lot of money doing it anymore."

"Why not?"

Finn shrugged. "The usual reasons. Equipment’s more expensive, the coal’s harder to get to, and there’s less of it, which means more man hours and more money invested in getting it out of the ground to start with. Dawson also got sued last year. There was a cave-in at one of his other mines further up in Virginia. Killed almost a dozen men, injured that many more. Despite the dwarf ‘s attempts to keep it quiet, the accident got a lot of press. Dawson had insurance, but he still had to pony up almost thirty million for the families."

I whistled. "That’ll put a dent in anyone’s wallet."

Finn polished off his muffins and reached for the basket of rolls. I passed him some butter. "It put a bigger dent in Dawson’s wallet than most. It wiped out most of his personal fortune. He’s barely making ends meet these days and is mortgaged to the top of his ten-gallon hat."

"So he just doesn’t want the diamonds, he needs them."

"Like a wino needs wine," Finn agreed. "But wait, there’s more. Guess who one of his primary lenders is?"

Another easy guess. "Mab Monroe."

Finn pouted. "You ruin all my fun. How did you know?"

I shrugged. "I remembered seeing Dawson’s name in the file Fletcher compiled on Mab. Even if I hadn’t, it wouldn’t be much of a stretch. The woman’s got her hands in everything in this city. Including Dawson’s pocket, I imagine."

"In a big, big way," Finn said. "Mab’s been floating him money for the past several months. She’s writing it off as a speculative business venture."

I looked at him. "Speculative venture? So she knows about the diamonds then."

"Probably," Finn said. "Dawson must have told her about them, maybe even given her a couple of samples as a good faith gesture."

"So all Dawson has to do is get rid of the Foxes, and he can tear up the whole mountain mining diamonds."

"Pay off his creditors, become solvent again, and make himself and Mab Monroe a pile of money," Finn added.

"You were right, Gin. Tobias Dawson isn’t going to stop until Warren Fox’s land is his. He can’t afford to. Not with Mab Monroe breathing down his neck to come up with something worthwhile."

"Knowing the dwarf ‘s dirty secrets is all well and good, but we knew I was going to have to kill him all along," I said. "What I want to know now is how I can pull it off – and get away clean afterward."

Finn buttered another roll. "I’ve been working on that too. Like I said before, Dawson is all about his business. Mining is his life."

"So I take him out at his house or the mine office. No big deal."

Finn shook his head. "I did some more digging last night. I wouldn’t suggest either one of those options. Dawson has a pretty tight security setup at home. Lots of giant guards, and his house is in a flat, remote area. They’d see you coming. And after your break-in last night, I imagine he’s doubled the guards at his office and the mine. Getting in would be tricky, getting out would be a serious problem. Especially if he puts up a fight before you kill him."

I trusted Finn’s judgment just as much as I’d trusted Fletcher’s. If he said the house and office were out, they were out. "What about going to and from work?"

"Dawson has a driver who’s been with him for years. Takes the dwarf everywhere. He drives that big SUV we saw at Country Daze. Bulletproof glass, airbags, reinforced frame, all the usual assorted safety features."

"Which means sniping him through the glass wouldn’t work, and the dwarf is probably tough enough to survive a car accident or even a bomb under the hood," I finished.

"You got it."

"So what do you suggest?" I asked. "Because the clock is ticking. Violet can only stay with Eva Grayson, and Sophia and Jo-Jo can only watch Warren at home for so long. Tobias Dawson’s going to come back to the store to brace the Foxes again sooner, rather than later. The dwarf needs to get dead, Finn. In a hurry."

Finn grinned. "Ask, and ye shall receive. Dawson doesn’t get out much, but he is scheduled to attend a party – tonight, as a matter of fact."

Short notice, but I could make do. I’d had less time to do other jobs. "But…"

"But there’s only one problem. No, that’s not true," Finn said. "There are several problems. But the biggie is this. The party? Guess where it’s going to be?"

"I don’t know. The Five Oaks country club, maybe?"

That’s where a lot of upper crust types held their functions.

"Nuh-uh," Finn shook his head. "This shindig is going to be held at Mab Monroe’s house – her own personal estate."

"Fuck," I said.

"Fuck, indeed," Finn agreed.

I sat there and ate my blackberry cobbler for several minutes. Mab Monroe’s house was the very last place I’d want to do a hit. The Fire elemental wouldn’t take too kindly to my stiffing someone within the confines of her own home. Not to mention the fact it would seriously undermine her own security and standing in the Ashland underworld. Killing someone at Mab’s mansion was the kind of thing people would talk about for years. Mab would do everything in her power to find out who killed the dwarf in her own territory. Who had the audacity to thumb her nose at the Fire elemental like that. She’d have to just to keep the challenges to her power base to a minimum.

But if that’s where Tobias Dawson was going to be, then that’s where I’d have to do the job – whether I liked it or not. I just hoped I was up to it.

"Tell me the rest of it," I said.

Finn cut himself a piece of the chocolate chip pound cake. "Officially, the party is a business mixer. Mab’s invited all her business associates, and everyone else she wants to do deals with in Ashland and beyond. Lots of bigwigs expected to attend. Security to get in is going to be very, very tight."

"So?" I asked. "We’ve crashed lots of parties before. Surely, Jo-Jo can get us in."

Finn shook his head. "I already called her and asked. You know she can’t stand Mab. Jo-Jo declined the invite two weeks ago. You can’t use her invitation now and kill Tobias Dawson."