On Wednesday, I roll into a parking spot in the company lot just as Liam’s arriving. We’re meant to visit with some sort of oil tycoon today. Not really. But some guy who is high up at a gas company. Beltane engineered plans for them for a refinery like 30 years ago, and I guess the original structures are still in place. Which I gather is unusual for that type of equipment.

As I climb out of my car, I see Liam squinting at me, looking me up and down. I glance ...