“That’s it?”
Instead of answering the question, Castleton asked, “You think his involvement with Paradox has something to do with his death?”
“Maybe. Who else was involved with Paradox besides Castillo?”
Castleton’s mouth turned downward in a frown. “Castillo claimed he ran it. He was board chair. But… there were rumors.”
“What kind of rumors?”
“That some European big shot was the firepower behind it all.”
“What’s his name? And where in Europe?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why the secrecy? Was there some kind of other purpose to Paradox besides UAP research?”
“I don’t know.” Castleton’s eyes shifted away from Cash’s gaze. “I hope you find whoever did this.”
“Did he have any enemies? Anyone who might want him dead?”
“I don’t think so. Everyone liked him.”
“Back to this European guy. Can you tell me anything about him? Any other rumors about him?”
Castleton shook her head. “I don’t even know if he exists.” She stood up, brushing invisible crumbs from her pants. “Gotta get back to the booth.”
Cash could tell she was done answering questions. She watched her disappear from the bar. She paid the bill and returned to the convention,which was winding down for the day. She asked around. Everyone knew about Paradox—it seemed to be a respected and legitimate nonprofit—but nobody seemed to know anything about a cryptic European recluse or what his connection was to Paradox.
