Page 54 of A Hidden Past

“I don’t know if she’s his wife, but Barry, the much younger woman whose love he has probably paid for dearly and the Kensingtons.”

“No one else?”

“Not that I can remember. You want to see the pictures?”

“I do. Actually, I want you to take them with us. We’re going to talk to Barry Feingold.”

“You think he has something to do with this?”

“No, I just like wasting my time.”

“All right. Shesh. No need to get snippy.”

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Arcturus Investments had an office in downtown that took up twenty-six floors of the 777 Tower in the Financial District. Barry’s office was, of course, on the highest of those twenty-six floors, the building’s thirtieth.

As Lena expected, building security, Arcturus reception and Barry’s own secretary tried damned hard to stall the officers, but eventually, Lena found herself in an opulently decorated office with a beautiful view of downtown.

Barry greeted them with the slightly irritated smile that wealthy business owners always wore when dealing with the law. “I wish you guys had made an appointment,” he said as he shook their hands. “I don’t really have a lot of time.”

“You’ll make the time,” Harris said easily.

Barry blinked, and before he could craft a response, Lena showed him the photos from the beach party. “You recognize these, I’m sure.”

“I do. I’ve already corroborated my friends’ alibis for the day of their daughter’s tragic death. If this is about that, then I have to say, I’m a little offended. Their death was already ruled an accident by your department, and I’m sure that Julian and Clara would like the chance to achieve closure rather than having the wound reopened.”

“How many people were at your beach party?”

Barry blinked, and his smile faded. Caught you.

“It was just us four.”

“Not much of a party.”

“I didn’t say it was a party.”

“The Kensington did.”

“Well, maybe they wanted to call it a party, but—”

“Actually, you did too,” Harris interrupted. “When I spoke with you on the phone, you said they were at the party, and you’d see if you could dig through all of the photos you took of guests and find some with them.”

“Ooh, more photos,” Lena added. “That will actually help us a lot. Do you think you can show us some of those photos, Mr. Feingold? Some that don’t have Julian and Clara in them?”

Barry took a half-step behind his desk, an instinctive attempt to shield himself. “I deleted them already.”

Lena lifted her eyebrow. “Do you always delete photos you take at parties?”

“My wife sends them to the people who want them, then deletes them.”

“No problem. Can you give us the names of some people who were there so I can see their photos?”

Barry paled a shade. “No, I’m not going to violate their privacy for a witch hunt.”

“So we should go to the press with our suspicions and inform them that you’ve elected not to cooperate with the investigation?”

That was a bluff. If Barry refused to cooperate and Lena tried to force the issue, her superiors would immediately quash it and reprimand or possibly suspend her for pursuing a case that was supposed to be closed. She needed to hope that Barry wouldn’t know that.

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