Chapter Forty-Five Margo Angelhart
Chapter Forty-Five
Margo Angelhart
Cal and I left Flagstaff after we gave the FBI our statements. They would be taking over now, and honestly, I was grateful.
I was done with Tim Miller. Cal and I had saved all the important information from his computer and were happy to turn it
and the recording over to the FBI so they could pursue charges against Peter Stockman and Tim.
Now we had to find a way to get Willa Blankenship back from Australia to answer questions. She might have information that
could exonerate my dad. Between the video and Tim Miller’s statement, there should be at least reasonable doubt.
I had to have faith we could clear Dad’s name. Otherwise, everything that had happened was for naught.
“Jack just texted me,” I said as we entered Phoenix city limits at noon. “Carter is in critical condition at the hospital.”
Cal didn’t say anything.
“Hey, you okay? You didn’t have a choice.”
“I know. I’m okay. I don’t want him to die, but I’m okay.” He reached out, squeezed my hand. I was driving. Cal looked exhausted.
My phone rang. It was Jack.
“Margo, I just confirmed with Tess. Mildred Maddox has a half brother named Marconi. She doesn’t have his first name, just
that there was a child from the second marriage. In his house, Carter had a coaster with the label ‘Marconi’s Whiskey & Wine.’
Not a coincidence. I’m on my way there now to talk to him.”
“Can you wait for me? Take backup?”
“I’ll take Luisa. Hold on.”
There were muffled voices, then Jack came back on the line. “Luisa just told me that Peter Stockman shot Maddox’s husband.
He’s at large.”
“When?”
“An hour ago. It’s not public information yet. He’s probably on the run. The police will find him.”
“And Mildred? What happened to her?”
“She told police that Peter Stockman broke into her house and talked nonsense about how she owed him money, so she transferred
sixty thousand to his account because he had a gun on her. She claims she doesn’t know why, only that he was wild-eyed and
scared her. Her husband came in and Peter shot him. Roger Maddox is in critical condition, and Mildred is with him at the
hospital.”
“Be careful with Marconi,” I told Jack. “Cal and I are almost back in Phoenix. Do you want me to meet you there?”
“The club is on First Street, south of Chase Field. Head to the office. I’ll let you know if I need you. But you should know
one more thing—Roger Maddox had a gun, and Mildred said that Peter was also shot.”
Wounded animals bit back. Who would Peter Stockman blame for everything that went down? Tim Miller? Mildred Maddox? Marconi?
Or us?