“Kill you? Who?” Macon asked.
Korbin looked toward the sheriff, who just now rose to his feet. Gray hair peeked out from under his beige cowboy hat and deep wrinkles fanned out from his eyes. He stopped before them.
Korbin saw no sign that he recognized him. “His name is Damen Ricchetti. He’s involved in cyber crimes and is into something big right now.” He explained what he’d told Savanna.
“What is the name of the person this Mr. Ricchetti doesn’t like you knowing?” the sheriff asked.
“Tony Bartoszewicz.” Korbin spelled the name for him. “I don’t know anything about him, and Damen came after me to keep me from doing so.” He turned to Savanna. “I made a wrong turn in the storm.”
The sheriff finished writing down the name and then looked up at Korbin. “And this Mr. Ricchetti is the one who broke into Savanna’s house?”
“Yes,” Korbin said.
“He shot at us,” Savanna said. “We were forced to ski into the wilderness. The yurt saved us.” She looked up at Hurley to send him her silent thanks. He gave her an answering faint smile.
Macon eyed Korbin in a way that made him uncomfortable. He wasn’t buying the story. For an actor he was sure street-smart. Maybe he suspected there was more to it. Well, there was. A lot more.
“How well do you know Mr. Ricchetti?” the sheriff asked.
“I thought I knew him very well. We’ve been friends for more than ten years.”
“Can you give me his address?”
Korbin did.
“And how about his place of employment? You said he was into cyber crimes.”
“He runs a contracting company. He employs information technology types.”
“What’s the name of his company?”
“DR Consulting.” It’s what he filed his taxes under.
“And you haven’t noticed anything different about him?”
“He’s been distant. Doesn’t talk as much as he used to. But nothing significant. It wasn’t until I discovered his association with Tony that he became violent.” All of that was true. He only left out the fact that they both illegally hacked the wealthy. He glanced at Savanna to see if she’d reveal anything. She stared at the sheriff’s notebook but didn’t say anything. Her gaze lifted and met his.
The sheriff tapped his notebook with his pen. “What brought you up here?”
Savanna’s eyes shifted to the sheriff. Yes, that was a good question, wasn’t it? Korbin fumbled with a reply.
“I needed a few days alone.”
The sheriff studied him a while and for a moment he thought he’d ask more questions.
“I’ll pass this along to the authorities in Denver,” he said. Korbin felt his suspicion. He felt Macon’s, too. And Savanna was becoming agitated. She folded her arms and had a cold demeanor now. He’d have to tell her everything.
“We finished up at your house,” the sheriff said to Savanna. “I had my deputy arrange to have your window boarded up. It should be safe to go back there. There’s a mess to clean up, though.”