Organically Yours: Sanctuary, Book Five by Abbie Zanders (classic books for 11 year olds .TXT) 📗

he’s doing to them what he did to Handelmann’s. He has one set of books for show and another—the real set—that no one sees but him. It looks like he’s been using Obermacher money to float funds as necessary while slowly draining others without them noticing.”

That definitely sounded like something the little weasel would do. “Are you saying Obermachers are in on it?”

“We don’t know,” Mad Dog answered, his brows pulling together. “There’s no question that the Obermachers are financing the bulk of Renninger’s illegal activities, but whether or not they’re aware of it remains to be seen.”

“Tina isn’t,” Doc said firmly. That he knew.

He expected some pushback from all but Mad Dog, who had staunchly professed Kate’s innocence when her family’s store was in a similar situation a year earlier, but surprisingly, he received none.

“Down, boy. We don’t think she does either,” Heff said in a rare, serious moment. “For one thing, she was smart enough to incorporate herself. The Mill is her baby, not part of the family business. For another, she doesn’t have Renninger doing her books.”

“She still owns twenty-five percent of Obermacher Farms, but based on what Cage has been able to uncover, her older brother Gunther handles the majority of the business shit.” That from Smoke.

“I thought Friedrich was the oldest.”

Church snorted. “He is, but Rick Obermacher isn’t smart enough to run the business. Gunther is, and unlike Rick, Gunther has the cunning to make things happen. He’s also tight with Renninger.”

“Based on his credit card activity—all of which are maxed out, by the way—Gunther has been wining and dining some bigshots lately, including Phillip Dumas,” Cage said.

“Who is Phillip Dumas, and why do we care?” Doc asked.

“Phillip Dumas is the current CEO of Dumas Industries, located just outside of Pine Ridge. They’re a multibillion-dollar company with both domestic and foreign interests.”

“Why would the CEO of a multibillion-dollar company be wining and dining a local farmer?” asked Smoke.

“That’s the question, isn’t it?” commented Heff.

“Do you think they’re part of Renninger’s illegal arms deals?” Mad Dog asked. “If they’ve got a global presence, they’d have the connections and the means to move contraband.”

Church considered that for a moment and then shook his head. “No. That’s not their style. The Dumases are known for being ruthless in the corporate world, but they’re not terrorists.”

“All right. So what’s the angle?”

“Ian thinks Dumas might be trying to get his hands on Obermachers’ land. They tried the same thing years ago with Maggie Callaghan’s farm. Word got out that Maggie was talking with Aidan Harrison about contracting with the Celtic Goddess to provide fresh, organic produce for their restaurant. It was a novel concept for the area then—a corporate enterprise sourcing from a small-scale local farm—but there was a lot of potential there, and Dumas wanted a piece of the action. Plus, I think Dumas was feeling territorial. He was the only billionaire on the block until Harrison decided to move to Pine Ridge. Ian said Dumas considered it a done deal after paying off the local politicians, thinking he’d send Maggie into bankruptcy and pick up the land for a song. Clearly, it didn’t quite pan out that way.”

“I bet that’s a story,” Heff mused.

Doc’s brows pulled together. “So ... Dumas missed the boat on Maggie’s land. He gets wind that Obermachers might be in financial trouble and sees it as another opportunity to get into the organic food business?”

Cage shook his head. “Not exactly. He just wants the land. It’s prime property. The Dumas Industries real estate division could make a killing on the topsoil alone.”

Mad Dog nodded. “It happens. They strip the land of the fertile topsoil to sell at top dollar and then sell off parcels to developers looking to build high-end homes. Around here, they’d probably start at a cool half-mil, and that’s just for a base model.”

“In Sumneyville?” Smoke asked doubtfully.

“Read the news, man,” Cage said. “The real estate market is booming right now. People who can afford it are leaving cities in droves in search of fresh air, clean water, and low crime rates.”

“And million-dollar mansions?” Heff added with a smirk.

“Exactly.” Cage nodded. “Bree said our modest cabin would probably cost around two million in SoCal. Imagine what that kind of money could buy around here.”

Doc shook his head. “Obermachers won’t sell. Tina told me their land has been in their family for over four centuries. It’s a pride thing.”

“Unfortunately, pride isn’t going to pull them out of the deep financial hole Renninger’s dug for them,” Mad Dog said soberly. “Selling out might be their only option.”

Yeah. That was what Doc was afraid of.

Chapter Seventeen

Tina

“You can’t fire him, Bert,” Rick said heavily.

“I can, and I did. If you want him so bad, you hire him to work with you. I’m done.”

Rick exhaled with exaggerated patience. “Tell me what he did again.”

“He shows up late and leaves early. When he is there, it’s like pulling teeth to get him to actually do anything. I’ve been out there late every night, doing things that should have been done during the day.” Her voice was getting louder because every time she thought about it, she got angrier. “And today I caught him changing purchase orders without my consent.”

Tina took a moment to take a deep breath and calm down.

“I’m sure he had a good reason for changing the order. What are you out there in the field for anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be concentrating on your precious mill and leaving the heavy lifting to someone else?” Rick didn’t even try to hide the derision in his tone. He’d been pissed ever since he’d learned The Mill was solely in Tina’s name and not the family’s.

And why shouldn’t it be in her name? He and Gunther had laughed when she suggested buying the old mill, saying it was a complete waste of time and money. She’d used her inheritance to purchase the place on her own, fix it up, and turn it into a profitable business.

“It’s