Page 92 of Hell Hath No Fury

“You thought you might find some here?” Fergusson chuckled. “If you wanted to do some home remodeling, I’d suggest visiting a lumber yard.”

Matthias glared at him.

Fergusson’s smirk faded to a scowl. “You really think so little of me as to believe I haven’t already searched the entire property, inside and out? Well, I have. We found nothing matching the glass shard that killed Jones.”

Matthias knew better than to admit Fergusson was right. “How the hell did the police find out I was here?”

Fergusson aimed a finger at the dusk-to-dawn light.

Matthias looked up, assuming he meant someone had spotted him despite his best efforts to stick to the shadows. Instead, he noticed a small globe that he’d missed before. “Security cameras?”

“Yep.” Fergusson planted his hands on his hips. “They had some problems with kids coming onto the property and spraying graffiti inside the houses, so Jones had security cams installed. The kids must’ve spotted the cameras inside the houses, because they changed their mode of vandalism to disabling the heavy equipment.”

“The dump truck.” Matthias placed a hand on the vehicle. “I saw men working on it earlier today.”

Fergusson glanced at his watch. “You mean yesterday. And not only the truck. The backhoe, too. Winslow called and reported the vandalism on Monday. He had the exterior cameras installed the same day. The security company contacted dispatch the moment you stepped foot on the property.”

Matthias exhaled a groan.

Fergusson clapped him on the shoulder. “Good thing you made the career choice you did. You’re a better cop than a criminal.”

The admission made Matthias leery, but he decided to take advantage. “Does that mean you’d be willing to give me an update on the case?”

“Why should I?”

“Because if you don’t, the next time I find evidence—like a muddy shovel—I won’t report it.”

Fergusson chuckled. “Sure you will. You have that hero complex going on.”

Matthias glared at him.

“What the hell.” Fergusson shrugged. “We interviewed Jones’s attorney and got a copy of his Will and the business agreement stating his wishes for North Star Developing in the case of his death.”

Matthias straightened. “Oh?”

“The Will was pretty cut and dry. The house and all his personal property is split between his wife and their daughter, the daughter’s portion being held in trust with the wife as executor. That much has remained unchanged since Jones had the Will written up shortly after the birth of the little girl. The business agreement, however, is more interesting.”

Matthias waited.

“Up until two weeks ago, Tina Neidermeyer was to take over the business upon Jones’s death.”

“What happened two weeks ago?”

“Jones met with the attorney and had Tina removed, replacing her with Patrick Winslow.”

Matthias’s gaze slid in the direction where Winslow’s pickup had disappeared.

“I know you want to talk to him. Don’t. He’s my top pick as Jones’s killer right now, but I don’t want him to know that and get spooked.”

“Follow the money,” Matthias said under his breath.

“Yep, and it goes beyond him being the new head honcho at North Star.” Fergusson’s lips curled in a vicious grin. “The attorney also told us that Jones had contacted him and wanted to make another change to the business agreement. He’d decided to bump Winslow for someone else.”

“Who?”

“Jones didn’t tell him over the phone. Just made an appointment for Monday morning.”

“Except Jones was killed Saturday night.”