JD and I continued toward the Porsche.
Paris chased after us. "Sorry. I'm just doing my job.”
"Yeah, well, I'm sure they'd appreciate a moment."
"Are you looking into this at all?"
"What do you mean?”
"I mean, the guy is worth billions of dollars, and he’s giving it all to charity. At least, that's what he's said publicly.”
"What are you getting at?”
"I don't know about you, but if I was in line for a fortune like that, I'd be pretty pissed off if I got cut out."
"Not everybody puts money first in their lives."
She sneered at me. "You know, the people who say money doesn't matter are always the people with money."
"I'm sure Preston’s kids have all done well for themselves."
She stifled an eye roll. "Are you kidding me? They’ve been sponging off Preston for years. None of them have accomplished anything of note.”
"Are you suggesting there was foul play involved in Preston’s death? If he's giving it all away, what's the motive?"
Paris shrugged. "Resentment.”
I considered it. “If what you say is true, it seems like his kids were better off when he was alive.”
“You know me, I think about all the angles.”
"I don’t think there is an angle here.”
“You might want to think again.”
“You’re looking for a story.”
She smiled and sang, "That's my job.”
JD and I climbed into the Porsche while Paris and her crew camped out on the lawn, waiting to get a shot of Brenda and her team rolling out Preston’s body.
My phone buzzed with a call as Jack pulled away from the curb. I slipped the device from my pocket and looked at the screen. It was an unknown number, but I answered anyway. "This is Deputy Wild."
"I need some help, buddy.”
“Shane?”
29
"They took her," Shane said.
"Riley?”
"She's not at the hotel. I can't get in touch with her."
"Have there been any ransom demands? You have proof of life?”
"That son-of-a-bitch needs to pay for what he did to Wade.”
