Shane shrugged at this and motioned to the waitress and ordered the same beer Decker was drinking. “It’s not like my old man thought much of me. But he didn’t deserve to die like that, either.” He eyed Decker. “You really think Hugh killed him?”
Jamison answered, “I don’t know why he would write a suicide note saying he did if he didn’t.”
Shane looked at Kelly. “What do you think, Joe?”
Kelly stared down at his hands. “You know those guys have been at each other for years. Maybe Hugh just reached the last straw. Sell out to McClellan and then make sure he could never enjoy the fruits of it?”
“But then he kills himself so he could never enjoy his fortune, either?” said Jamison in a doubting tone.
“Guilt can make people do crazy things,” said Kelly. “But I know, none of it makes much sense.”
After his beer came, Shane took a sip and eyed Decker. “Something big went down over near the Brothers’ Colony. Lots of people and trucks and they put up a shield around it. You know anything about that?”
“I saw that too when I was driving by there,” said Southern.
“What do you know about the All-American Energy Company?” Decker asked Shane.
“Seen them around. Never talked to them. Drove by their rig from time to time.”
Kelly said, “We’ve been totally shut out of what’s going on over there, Decker. I know enough to know that those are Feds swarming the place. You have to know something.”
“Not that I can share.” He looked at Shane. “You really don’t know if your father left you anything? I get that you’re not into money and business, but still. Most people would want to know.”
Shane finished his beer and glared at Decker. “Look, I went to war, okay? I nearly got killed a bunch’a times over there, so I never thought I’d outlive my dad. What the hell did it matter to me about whether he was leaving me his money? Money that he got by digging shit out of the ground. Money that I don’t want or need.”
“What will you do then?” asked Southern.
“Got my farm. I got some of my own money saved. If my old man did leave something to me, maybe I’ll donate it. Know a lot of vets who can’t even rub two dimes together.”
“That’s good of you, Shane,” commented Jamison.
“And Caroline?” asked Decker.
“What about her?” said Shane sharply.
“I’m assuming she inherited from her father.”
“I would imagine so. Hugh doted on her.”
“Did you know her brother well?” asked Jamison.
Shane slowly nodded, his features turning sad. “Junior was a great guy. Gentle and funny. Had a big heart. We were friends. He didn’t deserve what happened to him.”
“We understand that he was gay,” said Jamison.
“Yeah, so?” said Shane.
“And his father didn’t understand that?”
“His father made his life a living hell. It’s why he killed himself.”
“Caroline said it was an overdose,” said Jamison.
Kelly said, “He didn’t leave a note. He left a recording. It was . . . it was pretty damn sad.”
“You heard it?”
“I was one of the cops investigating the case, so yeah, I did. I kept a copy of it, in fact. Haven’t listened to it since. I’m not ashamed to say I cried when I heard it.”