Then stepped around her.
Maya blocked him.
“Don’t touch the machine.”
“Move.”
“No.”
His shoulder hit hers.
Not enough to knock her down.
Enough to make the point.
Maya shoved back instinctively.
“Don’t.”
Logan turned.
For one second the performance vanished completely.
His face was cold.
“You have no idea whose business you’re in.”
Maya held the flashlight between them.
“Mine for five more days.”
He stepped forward.
The side door opened.
Luke stood there.
Boots unlaced.
Jacket half-zipped.
A rifle? No need. He carried nothing but a thermos.
He looked from Logan to Maya.
“What’s going on?”
Logan immediately stepped back.
“Nothing.”
Maya said:
“He was inside the panel.”
Logan scoffed.
“I was inspecting.”
Luke looked at the dark shop.
“With the lights off?”
Logan glared.
Luke stared back.
Different dynamic.
Old history.
Then Logan walked past.
At the door he stopped.
“Clayton is going to hear about this.”
Maya said:
“Great.”
“Tell him you entered after midnight and touched equipment under my control.”
Logan left.
Luke closed the door.
Then looked at Maya.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
“He put hands on you?”
“Shoulder.”
Luke’s jaw tightened.
“Why are you here?”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“That’s convenient.”
“Yeah.”
He held up the thermos.
“Coffee?”
Maya took it.
He sat on the workbench.
For several minutes neither spoke.
Then Luke said:
“Logan’s brother-in-law runs Yellowstone Equipment Services.”
Maya looked up.
“That one of Clayton’s vendors?”
“Biggest.”
“For how long?”
“Five years.”
“Big Sky Ag Service?”
Luke frowned.
“Old company.”
“Who owned it?”
“Logan’s brother-in-law’s father.”
Maya went still.
There it was.
Not proof.
A line.
“What’s the brother-in-law’s name?”
“Trent Maddox.”
“Clayton know?”
“Of course.”
“And doesn’t care?”
“Trent gives good rates.”
Maya looked toward the machines.
“Does he?”
Luke laughed softly.
“Now you sound like Daniel.”
She turned.
“What did my father find?”
Luke looked at the floor.
“I wasn’t here full-time then.”
“But?”
“I heard.”
“From who?”
“Your dad.”
That surprised her.
“He came by one night.”
“When?”
“Eight years ago.”
Maya did the math.
Three years before Daniel died.
“What did he say?”
“That Reeves was paying for parts that weren’t on the machines.”
“Which parts?”
“Controllers.”