“Sam, what do you know about Ray Presley?”

“Ray Presley? He’s sick, I heard. Bad sick.”

“What’s he been up to the last few years?”

“Same thing he was always up to. Being a sleazy coonass who’ll do anything for money.”

“Presley’s no coonass. He’s from Jones County. Who did he work for?”

“Old Natchez people, mostly.” Sam’s eyes keep flicking to the rearview mirror. “He did some things for a driller I know. Strong-arm stuff. I think Marston kept him on his payroll as a security consultant, if you believe that.” Sam accelerates, as if daring the deputy to pull him over. “You know what? I’ll bet the BASF deal is what set Maude off on you.”

“What does Maude Marston care about a chemical plant? She has more money than God.”

“But does she have enough? That chemical plant means more to the Marstons than anybody. Short term, anyway.”

“Why?”

“The industrial park isn’t big enough for the projected facility. You want to guess who owns the land contiguous to the park site?”

“Leo?”

“Yep. He’ll squeeze blood out of BASF for every square foot of land, or kill them on usage and access fees.”

“But that’s got nothing to do with Livy.”

Sam nods, then turns and looks hard at me. “Caitlin Masters’s article said Ray Presley worked the Payton murder when he was a cop. Is that what this is about?”

“It’s nothing to do with that.”

Sam slams his hand against the Hummer’s steering wheel. “Look at this asshole! I hate it when they follow you like that.” He cranes his neck around and looks through the back windscreen. “You gonna stop me or what!”

“I don’t think he is. I think it’s the same guy who followed me from Shad Johnson’s headquarters earlier tonight.”

“Shad Johnson’s headquarters?” Sam shakes his head. “I’m riding with a crazy man.”

“Ten seconds after he passed me, somebody shot up my car with a rifle.”

“What?”

“I’m just saying that if this guy passes us, watch him close.”

Sam reaches under the seat, pulls out a holstered Colt .45, and sets it in my lap. “He’s fucking with the wrong vehicle if that’s his plan. This Hummer will drive right over that Crown Vic he’s in.”

“Take it easy. He’s just tailing us.”

“Why the sudden interest in Ray Presley?”

“I’ll tell you in a couple of days. Do you think we could find anybody who could testify that Presley has committed murder for money?”

“A lot of people could. Would is another question.”

Sam turns into my parents’ neighborhood, watching his rearview mirror through the turn. “There goes our shadow. Bye, bye.”