“Is he a friend?” David asked.
“Yes, and my attorney,” Reese explained, noting Mati’s frown. “What is it?”
“He’s your attorney,” Mati repeated.
“Yes, I just said that.”
“Because he inherited the firm.”
Reese was confused, but he nodded. “That’s true.”
“From his father.”
“Right.”
“Who wasyourfather’s attorney.”
“Yes, so? That doesn’t—”
Reese figured out what Mati was thinking. His stomach churned.
“No.”
David had no idea what the hell Mati was talking about, but he didn’t have a good feeling. “You two want to clue me in about the conversation you’re having with your faces right now?”
Mati sighed. “Chaz—Charles Bentley—is Reese’s attorney. His father, James, was Reese’s father’s attorney, and like Chaz and Reese, they knew each other most of their lives. It was James who Reese’s father trusted with his will and the letters. His are the only fingerprints, besides Reese’s father’s, on any of his businesses for the last decade of his life.”
Oh shit.
David looked at Reese. “Your father thought someone was trying to kill him. He said someone broke into the house, right?”
“It can’t have been James. He was like an uncle to me,” Reese said, almost beseeching. “They were best friends.”
But Reese clearly had doubts. Big ones.
“And Chaz inherited the firm from his father,” David asked, making sure he had this right.
“Yes,” Mati said.
Reese’s gaze darted between them, and David hated the sadness in his eyes. “Butwhy?”
No one had an answer.
Reese looked lost. “It doesn’t make sense. I can’t believe Chaz would try to hurt me.”
“Maybe I’m wrong,” Mati said.
“And I really can’t imagine Chaz trying to hurt my father. He would have been a kid when all that started.”
“He is the right build for one of the guys who broke into your house. The taller one,” David said.
“Fuck. You’re right,” Reese agreed, shoulders slumping.
David sighed. “Okay. I’ll call Chance and get his investigators going on the Bentley family. Then we go home and lay low until we see what they come up with.”
Reese nodded. Then he shook his head. “No.”
David froze with his phone halfway to his ear. “No?”
