Chapter Five: Putting the Pieces Together
Pacing in front of the large window behind his desk, Robert Armestead was worried. He hadn't heard from either Manelli or Silverman. Yesterday, he had sent them to follow McKenzie and, if the opportunity arose, introduce themselves in their usual fashion. He expected to hear from them yesterday evening but they never checked in.
This afternoon, he received a call from the Sheriff's Office. They had found a black Cadillac Escalade registered to the Armestead Estate parked off the highway just off the county line. Armestead notified them that two of his employees, Mr. Frank Manelli and Victor Silverman had taken the car on an errand for the company sometime yesterday. However, they thus far, have not reported in.
The deputy advised that since the SUV displayed no signs of struggle or any other evidence of a crime, Armestead could have someone from his company pick up the vehicle from the city impound yard.
Robert was anxious to hear from the two men. They knew too much for their own good. God help me if Geoff McKenzie learns about his parents. He sighed as he reasoned Manelli and Silverman would never talk, they would be cutting their own throats if they said anything about the explosive caused sinking.
Still, he was impatient to hear from those two morons. Both out of Detroit, they were on loan as a favor from one of his more ambitious partners, a well known crime syndicate boss. The last thing he wanted to do was call this particular individual and ask for more men. He would wonder why Manelli didn't call him instead of Armestead.
"God damn it McKenzie, why did you have to fucking come back," shouted Robert. Once James McKenzie and his wife were out of the way, that left Julie who was now betrothed to Neville, his younger brother. Through him, she would not have been any trouble for Robert. Back then, no one knew where the hell Geoff had run off to. As far as Robert knew, Geoff was dead. With James and Annabella out of the way, nothing would stop him from obtaining the land that would give him all the water rights to the valley.
Damn, I was so close, he thought. He had given Manelli strict instructions on where to place the explosive and how to set the timer. Through plain dumb luck he learned of the McKenzie's sailing up the coast the same day that freak storm hit. The shaped charge was minimized to only blow a hole in the hull, not blow up the boat. The last thing needed was evidence of an explosion. The plan worked perfectly. Debris from the wreckage failed to show any evidence of charring or burn marks from an explosive.
Now Geoff is back and soon will be snooping into the Annabella's sinking.
The desk phone chirped and a feminine voice sounded. "Mr. Armestead...a Mr. Jimmy Grecko on line one. Says it is urgent."
"Put him through," said Robert. Grecko was the private investigator hired to find out about Geoff McKenzie.
"Go ahead Mr. Armestead," Samantha's voice trilled.
Robert picked up the phone and said, "Jimmy, what have you got?"
Ten minutes later, Robert laid the phone in its cradle and slumped back in his chair. "My god, this is a nightmare," he groaned. Jimmy had brought him up to speed on Geoff's life since he left Moon Key Bay seven years ago. Geoff's service record and decorations, the SEALS and the numerous classified military operations, his time in the Caribbean obviously diving for sunken treasure, and his involvement with some rather unsavory but very influential men from Miami, Florida.
But the coup de grace...Geoff McKenzie was unbelievably wealthy, infinitely more that than either the McKenzie or Armestead fortunes. Perhaps both. Why grandfather hadn't known this baffled him. Perhaps because Nathanial didn't consider Geoff a threat plus Geoff was gone. The only reason Nathanial tried to file charges of battery against the boy was only to piss off James McKenzie. Not for any retribution on Robert's behalf. Nathanial never had much use for family loyalties.
Never mind all that now, that was the past. Now, Robert had to find a way to take out Geoff, before he came gunning for him. Grabbing the phone, he said, "Samantha...get me Detroit."
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Neville walked through the front door to see Julie standing in the front room with the Armestead attorney, Wilson Goodman, alongside her.
"What is it, Goodman?" growled Neville.
"Your brother wants to see you," said Wilson Goodman his whiny voice like an alley full of screeching cats.
"I don't want to see him."
Goodman grinned, his lips so tight they were no more than a pencil line across his face. "Neville, I don't really care whether you want to see him or not. I'm just a messenger. Your choice but, if I were you, I would take the time and see him. Robert hasn't been in the best frame of mind lately. You know what he's capable of. Like I said...your choice."
"Nice to see you again, Ms. McKenzie," hissed Goodman and left.
"God!" she exclaimed. "Neville, that man creeps me out. Why does your brother use him?"
"To put it bluntly, Julie...Wilson Goodman will stop at nothing to get what he wants. I've seen him string and quarter other lawyers to the bone in court." Neville Armestead mentally cringed as he didn't want Julie to see the anxiety he felt about seeing Robert. Whatever Robert wanted to see him about didn't bode well.
"I...I had better see what my brother wants," said Neville.
"You want me to go with you?" asked Julie.
Neville sighed. She was such a support for him, no wonder he loved her so much. "No, I need to do this alone. Robert would somehow use your presence against me. Don't worry, I will be fine. Dinner out tonight?"
Julie smiled, her green eyes flashing. "Dinner would be wonderful," she purred.
What seemed a life time only took twenty minutes for Neville to step through the front doors of the Armestead home. A new butler approached and said, "Mr. Armestead is in the study."
"Thank you," he stated while proceeding toward the twin circular stairway. The study was on the second floor of the west wing of the mansion. Hesitating, he gripped the handle to the huge double doors and opened the right one. Stepping into the study, he saw a lone figure sitting behind the massive antique desk, staring out the window.
"So good of you to finally visit the family home, dear brother." The figure swiveled around and Neville stared at the contempt written across Robert's face.
"Robert, you know as well as I, this is no longer my home. The second I stood against Grandfather and you regarding your plans for the McKenzie's and Moon Key, I was ostracized from the family. I don't want to play this game. What do you want?"
"Very well then, let us dispense with the mundane family reunion. I want the water rights to the valley. You know how I can get them and your future betrothal to Julie McKenzie will assure me of that."
"You're mad Robert. Have you forgotten about Geoff? He would never sell you the land." Neville shuddered at Robert's smile. He knew that look, that of a predator hungry to take down a kill.
Picking absently at a crystal figurine on the desk, Robert stared at the object as he spoke.
"Geoff McKenzie will no longer be a problem. Julie McKenzie, your soon to be wife, will have all rights to the McKenzie estate. You, the loving husband and my dear brother, an Armestead, will convince her to sell me the land we have wanted for so many years."
"What have you done, Robert? Where is Geoff?"
Robert glared into Neville's eyes and snarled, "Never you mind about him...your only concern is Julie! You think you have left this family but you are involved in this as much as I. Or do you want my dear future sister-in-law to know about your past involvement with her parents?"
Neville's face paled and stumbled back, holding the back of a chair to maintain his balance.
"You wouldn't?"
"Neville, you know me. I will do whatever it takes to get what I want. Understand this, you may not have known your part in her parent's death but your hands are as bloody as mine. Understand?"
Neville felt sick and had to sit down. "I...I had nothing to do with the Annabella and you damn well know it, Robert!"
"Nothing to do with it? Who was it that told me they were soon to be sailing up to Oregon? James McKenzie's daughter had no idea how that information would be used now, did she? Dear brother, you gave me the date and time for their departure. Do you really believe Julie will believe you had no idea how that knowledge would be used? Do you forget...you're an Armestead? She won't if she ever learned the truth."
"Wha...what do you want of me, Robert?
"Just be there for the family but mostly for me after Julie becomes your wife. That is all I ask...brother."
Neville slowly pushed himself up and staggered to the door. Without saying a word, he left. Robert flashed a toothy grin. He knew he had his brother by his balls. Now, to take care of that insignificant little gnat, Geoff.
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Geoff jumped over the transom of the Valhalla as the starboard side slid against the dock. Quickly securing the aft line, he ran forward as Jenny tossed him the bow line. Once secured, Jenny extended the gang plank and stomped onto the dock.
Geoff gazed up into the brilliant blue eyes of his old friend and said, "I can never thank you enough, Jenny, for all you've done for the family...for me. You know you're in it up to your squinty eye balls now. Robert's not going to let this go. He wants me out of the way and, once he discovers you helped me, your life won't be worth anymore than that rotgut you sell under the counter."
Jenny roared as he laughed at the good natured insult. "Don't worry, the likes of Bobby Armestead don't worry me none. Just you be careful. Those two goons won't be the last. What are you going to do about your parents?"
"Don't know yet, Jen. We have their confessions on tape but that doesn't mean shit now! But, Bobby is going to pay! I promise you."