“Where exactly are we headed?” he asked.
Maggie was wearing an embroidered polo shirt with the Three Peaks Ranch logo, and tilted it toward him. “Your room’s already made up and everything.”
Harvath was apprehensive and hadn’t gotten into the truck yet. “If you don’t mind, Maggie, who sent you to pick me up?”
The ranch manager smiled. “A little fella with two of the biggest dogs you’ve ever seen.”
“Did he give you his name?”
“No, sir, he didn’t.”
“How about my name?” asked Harvath. “Did he give you that?”
“No, sir, he didn’t give me that either. He simply told me when your flight was coming in and that you’d find me.”
“That’s all?”
“He also told me I was supposed to play this for you,” she said as she jumped back in the truck and turned up the stereo.
Harvath recognized the song immediately—“Rubber Duckie” by Bootsy Collins. There was no longer any question that Nicholas had sent Maggie to pick him up.
One of their first moments of detente had been over beers in Brazil. In the background as he cooked lunch, Nicholas was playing music. The song was “Rubber Duckie.” Harvath had the original
Harvath walked around to the passenger seat of the truck and climbed in. Maggie got in on the driver’s side and closed her door.
“Is all of that for you?” he asked looking at the grocery bags on the backseat.
“No, sir. That’s for the other gentleman at the ranch. I came down early to do some shopping for him. A lot of the ingredients he likes I can’t find up by us. A bit too exotic.”
“And you were able to find them here in McAllen?”
“I found a couple, but most of the time people just looked at me like I was speaking Chinese.”
She was definitely shopping for Nicholas. “How long has he been staying at the ranch?”
“Not long,” Maggie replied as she navigated the truck out of the lot and onto the street. “Since the beginning of the week.”
“He’s a charming man, isn’t he?”
The woman nodded. “Yes, sir. He’s very polite.”
“You can call me Scot, Maggie. You don’t have to call me sir.”
“Okay, Scot.”
“So, tell me a bit about this ranch we’re headed to.”
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As they drove, Maggie gave him a history of south Texas and its major ranches, focusing a lot on the world- famous King Ranch, which was over 825,000 acres and comprised portions of six Texas counties.
From the major Texas ranches she gave the history of the Three Peaks Ranch—who had owned it before the Knight family and what types of cattle had been bred there. It was a fascinating history, and Harvath was looking forward to catching a glimpse of some of the exotic animals the Knights had imported.
As the conversation continued, Harvath slowly pulled subtle details from Maggie about the ranch’s security measures and its staff. Aside from a simple ADT home security system and a handful of security cameras, there really weren’t any other active measures when the family wasn’t in residence.
When the Knights were in residence, they brought with them their own security team that manned a twenty- four-hour checkpoint at the gate, as well as roving patrols and agents who watched the security camera feeds. Pushing a bit harder, he learned that there was a license plate camera at the front gate, as well as pressure plates that alerted the gatehouse and the main house when someone was coming up the driveway. The 3,000-acre exotic animal enclosure was surrounded by ten-foot-high “game” fences.
By the time they finally arrived at Three Peaks Ranch, Harvath had built a good rapport with Maggie and had assembled a much better picture of how the ranch operated, what its security was like, and who the staff were.
Off in the distance, he noticed buzzards flying over a windmill of some sort. “Somebody lost some livestock out there.”
Maggie followed his gaze. “That’s not our property. It belongs to the ranch next door, but they’re not grazing cattle over there right now. The windmill pumps water into a trough, so it still attracts a lot of animals. A coyote or something probably took down a deer that had stopped to take a drink.”
“Must have been a really big deer to get that many buzzards circling.”
She smiled as she pulled up to a keypad and punched in her code. “As they say,
The wrought-iron gates, emblazoned with the ranch’s three-triangle brand, slid open and they pulled through.
As they drove, she pointed out the buildings. They had been built from Texas limestone, known as Ol Yella, quarried near San Antonio and brought down on flatbed trucks. There was also a hefty complement of Austin stone. The roofing tiles were clay. The wood beams, columns, rafters, and decking were cypress, while the hand-carved doors, cabinets, and accents were Texas mesquite. Saltillo tiles covered the interior floors, and the walkways outside were Oklahoma Sugarloaf flagstones.
In addition to the main house were a large guesthouse, the ranch manager’s home, six small staff casitas, a vehicle storage building along with a walk-in freezer and game-processing area, stables, and a recreational building that included kitchen, dining hall, bar, arcade, and exercise facility. As they passed it, Maggie commented on the “liar’s pit,” a stone firepit that the Knights and their guests liked to gather around in the evenings with drinks.
From the moment she picked Harvath up, she hadn’t asked him any personal questions or made any inquiries about Nicholas. They were the Knights’ guests; that was all she needed to know.
Pulling up in front of the guesthouse, she smiled, put the truck in park, and said, “Here we are. I’ll just get these groceries inside and—”
“Don’t worry about the groceries,” Harvath replied as he reached into the back and picked up the bags. “I’ve got them.”
“Well, if you find there’s anything you need, just let me know. My numbers are on the fridge inside and all the phones have me on the speed-dial list, home and cell.”
“There is one thing. I’m going to need some clothes.”
“The Knights keep a whole closet full of casual clothes for guests, in the rec building. If you don’t find anything to your liking there, I can recommend a couple of places nearby, or if you give me a list, I’d be happy to go out and pick up whatever you want. Just let me know.”
“I will,” he said as he stepped down from the truck. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she replied and then, remembering the CD Nicholas had given her, she pressed the eject button on the player. “Don’t forget your ‘Rubber Duckie.’”
“You keep it,” Harvath answered. “I’ve got a bunch.”
Maggie smiled and pushed the CD back into the player. As she put the truck in reverse and began to back up, he could hear the song beginning again.
Mounting the guesthouse stairs, he was just reaching for the door when it opened from within and Nicholas greeted him with Argos and Draco at his side. “You made it. Thank God.”
“Where do you want these?” Harvath asked, holding up the grocery bags.
“You can put them inside. We’ve got a lot to discuss.”
CHAPTER 32
Nicholas introduced Nina to Harvath and briefly outlined his friendship with Caroline. He
