“That’s the one. He was in that movie.”
“As what?” Sara asked.
“Lea said that Harry Adair played a waiter to the star, that guy, Taylor Caswell. It was too small a role to be credited, but Lea said it was a fiery moment.”
“Eyes locked, lightning flashing back and forth, curtains turning to flame? That sort of thing?”
“So says the romance writer. And yes, that’s pretty much how Lea described it, but not with your flair.”
“I bet Barbara recognized the look from her life with him, but what about Troy?”
Jack sighed. “Lea said he was quiet, but it was easy to see that he’d seen that look on his father’s face. Probably used to embarrass the kid. As for Barbara, she said, and I quote, ‘That bastard! To do that in front of the cameras!’”
Sara laughed. “That’s the Hollywood version of ‘Don’t do it in the streets and frighten the horses.’ So now we know that Harry knew the actor, Taylor Caswell.”
“Who was found stabbed in the heart.”
“I guess Derek Oliver saw the film, recognized the look, did a little research, and figured out who might have killed Mr. Caswell.”
“Don’t forget the letters the wife may or may not have stolen and that the wife is still alive. That would be evidence. If they exist, how did Oliver get them?”
Sara gave a look of shock—as though she’d just remembered something.
“What is in that overactive mind of yours?”
“Aran. Alish didn’t marry Aran.” Sara put her hands to the side of her head. “She married Reid. But Aran went to Hollywood. I’m confused.”
“Youare confused?” Jack said. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You plan to share any of this with us?”
“I wish I knew enough to be able to share. I need to get to Alish. She knows everything.”
“Great. You’ll set off alarms again. Maybe this time youwillgive her a heart attack.”
“Ha! That woman is strong enough to outlive us all. What else have you learned?”
“Nope,” he said. “It’s your turn to spill. What did you find out from Reid?”
She handed him the piece of fabric. “He found this in the doorframe of the nursery the night Oliver was killed. It’s from Greer’s blouse. That night Alish put her on a plane and sent her to Scotland.”
“Because Greer had just killed a man? But how did Alish know?” He raised his hand. “Don’t tell me. That Second Sight you and Kate love so much. So Greer killed him and sawed his head open because...?”
“Because it’s in her nature? I don’t know. Remember that Greer admitted she’d been kept isolated her whole life. Reid said Alish kept her away from other people, especially kids.”
Jack looked like this new information was too much to handle. “Great. She might be a psychopathic killer and she’s with Quinn.”
“I wonder what the full story is of why Greer was taken out of school and educated at home. Not just the cute one of Alish tossing some kid like a Frisbee.”
Jack had his phone in his hand and was tapping out a message.
“Are you warning Gil?”
“Yes.” He pressed Send, then flicked through his messages. “Before we send Greer to the guillotine, look at what Ivy sent. She did some investigating of your dear friend Reid and came up with some interesting stuff when she had lunch with one of the executives of the company.” He handed her his phone, open to Ivy’s text.
Halfway through the second bottle of wine, she told me that the founder of the company had a gambling problem. He ran the business into so much debt that it had to be sold. Reid bought it, but the son of the gambler still runs it. She said that Reid doesn’t seem to believe in work, just paychecks. The son thinks someone bought the company for him.
What does the company do?Jack had texted back.
Something to do with computers. Creating software programs, maybe? I’m not sure. By then, she’d had too much wine to be coherent. BTW, they all despise Reid and laugh at him. But not to his face. They don’t dare. He’s said to have no sense of humor. Certainly doesn’t go to drinks with the peons after work.
