Max regarded him with surprise. “You?”
“I discovered the name of the shell company that Kensit controlled to buy it. Since the company’s owner is now deceased and left no decedents, I put in a lowball offer for this seemingly worthless piece of land, including the mineral rights. It’s a matter of paperwork now.”
“But how did Kensit find this place?”
“Who knows,” Juan replied. “Geological survey. Or maybe he used Sentinel somehow. We’ll never know what it was capable of with Kensit dead and the plans destroyed. Who knows if anyone will ever be able to re-create his work. For our sakes, let’s hope not.”
“Kensit was a psycho, but he was also a genius, wasn’t he?”
“I’ll grant that he was smarter than any single one of us, probably by a wide margin. But his mistake was thinking he was more brilliant than all of us put together.” Juan took two Coronas out of his pack and handed one to Max. They clinked the cans together before sitting back to take in the sights.
“And I tell you what, my friend,” Juan said with a contented grin. “I’ll take a team of smart people over a lone genius any day.”