“Damen said this new project will be worth millions.”
A plot to take down critical infrastructure? Who was paying Damen? Tony? Who was paying him?
“Why are they here, anyway?” Savanna asked. “Tony, I mean.”
“He wanted to know where Damen is, and then why I didn’t bring him back to Denver.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Demarco turned to him with a shielded look, clearly regretting having let that slip. “Doc said he’d be released soon. There was no need. And as you can see, he’s getting around fine on his own.”
“Is there a reason why you left him in Pagosa Springs? You went there, didn’t you? Wasn’t it to bring him home?”
“Who said I left him?”
“Didn’t you?”
Demarco let out a long breath. “He had his own vehicle. I only left after I knew he was going to be all right.”
Savanna saw how Korbin searched Demarco’s face. He was fishing for something Demarco wasn’t saying. While Demarco’s explanation seemed true, there also seemed to be something missing. He was too frustrated, too nervous. He might be tired of his brother skating the line of the law.
“How much has he told you about his business with Tony?” Korbin asked.
“Didn’t come here for the cocktails and art, did you?” Demarco quipped.
“What do you know about it?” Korbin wasn’t letting him avoid his questions.
“Not a thing. Damen had taken to leaving me out of his messes. He doesn’t like it when I lecture him.”
“He listens to lectures?”
“He used to listen to mine.” Demarco waved off an offer from a waiter for a glass of champagne.
Korbin declined as well.
Savanna took one of the glasses, sipping as she kept her eye on the cocktail table where Damen talked to the other two men.
“Have you noticed anything unusual about him?” Korbin asked. “Anything he’s done? Said?”
Demarco’s gaze shifted from Savanna back to Korbin. He was unpracticed at concealing lies. He didn’t have his brother’s devious nature.
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” he said at last.
Savanna exchanged a glance with Korbin.
“Except for when he left town to go after you,” Demarco said.
“You thought that was unusual?” Savanna asked.
“Well, yeah. Why would he do that?” He made a smirking face, grunting along with it, all a show.
“Why do you think?” Korbin asked.
“Why do you?” Demarco countered.
Korbin studied Demarco for a few seconds. “You are aware that police suspect him in both the hit-and-run and Collette’s murder, aren’t you?”