“Have you two gotten into the wine?” he asked them as they came in.
“We should have,” AnnaBelle said. “We have plenty to celebrate.”
“Don’t be grumpy,” Marybeth said to him. “We’ve come with all sorts of interesting news.”
Joe climbed back up on the table and gestured for her to continue.
“This is going to sound kind of convoluted at first,” Marybeth said, “but hang with us. We’ve spent the entire morning getting enlightened. First, the guy who surrendered to the cops is named Viktór Kovács, and he’s singing like a bird. We think we know everything now.”
“I’m interested,” Joe said.
“I sat in on Viktór’s statement to the sheriff,” AnnaBelle said. “I took notes. I was surprised he was so forthcoming, but he seemed to be getting a lot off his mind. We still have to verify everything he told us, of course. But he basically confessed to everything.”
So it wasn’t wine, Joe thought. It was resolution.
“I had a long talk after the event with a reporter from the Magyar Nemzet newspaper in Hungary,” Marybeth said. “She watched our presentation and stayed online afterward. She really opened my eyes on what led to this and she answered a lot of questions.”
Joe arched his eyebrows. “You’re saying you did the broadcast? With all that happened?”
“The show must go on,” Marybeth said. “AnnaBelle found the album in the wrecked car and got it to me with two minutes to spare. The media who participated had no idea what was going on outside the room. To them, it was all about the discovery of the album. We all think it went very well.”
“Wow.”
“And you’re a hero, Joe,” she said as she reached out and stroked his cheek. “You stopped them.”
“I had help.”
AnnaBelle dismissed his show of being humble, even though it wasn’t an act. She said, “If you hadn’t crashed into them like that, who knows how many citizens and law enforcement personnel could have gotten hurt?”
Joe shrugged. “And another pickup destroyed in the process.”
Left unsaid was that Joe had the dubious honor of being responsible for the most damage to property than any other employee of the state of Wyoming. This would add to the list.
“Forget that,” AnnaBelle said. “I’ll vouch for you if you have a problem. The fact is, those brothers were desperate and they had a hostage.”
“And they’re killers,” Marybeth added. “You stopped them.”
“Brothers?” Joe asked. He assumed the hostage was the dancing underwear man.
“Yes,” Marybeth said. “Here’s where it starts to get weird. Believe me, I just had a crash course in Hungarian politics.”
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“Viktór and László Kovács are brothers,” she said. “They were going under assumed names and passports, but Viktór admitted it and the reporter from the newspaper confirmed who they were when AnnaBelle sent over their photo IDs. They are well known in Hungary, and they’re part of a very prominent political family.”
“Hungary?” Joe said, recalling the Eastern European accent he’d heard from the deputy. “How did they get hold of a Campbell County Sheriff’s vehicle and the uniform?”
“They jumped Deputy Schuster in Gillette and took him hostage,” AnnaBelle said. “He told us all about it. They took his uniform, his gun, and his car. The uniform fit Viktór, so that’s what he wore to get in the library. László was the driver. Schuster’s okay, by the way. Like you: cuts and bruises. And a little embarrassed to go back to Gillette.”
“I understand,” Joe said. He did.
“Here’s what the reporter told me for background,” Marybeth said. “Apparently, the Kovács family has been involved in politics in Hungary at a very high level for a long period of time. They’re controversial. She called them right-wing populists, for what that’s worth. Anyway, she said there’s a big election coming up that has completely divided the country. Their father, Zoltan Kovács, could very well be the next prime minister.”
Joe sat back, taking that in.
“Viktór and László could be thought of as the Eric and Donald Trump Jr. of Hungary,” AnnaBelle injected. “They’re that well known.”
“This is nuts,” Joe said.