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“We’re not really sure yet. Maybe you should go see your son.” I stood up. “Thank you for talking with me. I’ll be in touch. By the way. Please don’t mention to anyone that we spoke.”

“I won’t. Enjoy the rest of your day.” He walked me to the door.

“You too, Mr. Williamson.”

I returned to the hotel and sat at the desk with my laptop, hacking into the Los Angeles County Department of Medical Examiner’s system. I pulled up Laura Williamson’s report and studied it. Although the medical examiner listed her death as a suicide, I knew it wasn’t.

CHAPTER 15

Roman

Julian lined up his shot precisely, his eyes squinting against the afternoon sun. Drawing his club back, he hit the ball. We watched the ball soar and softly land on the green a few feet from the hole.

“That’s how you do it, boys.” Julian grinned.

It was my turn. I grabbed my club, lined it up with the ball, swung, and hit a hole-in-one.

“No. That’s how you do it.” I smirked.

“Asshole.” Julian shook his head. Parker and I laughed.

“Morgan told me last night that she lived in Pasadena until she was sixteen. After her father passed away, a family friend, who she refers to as her uncle, moved himself and her to New York.”

“Why?” Parker’s brows furrowed.

“She claims she couldn’t live here anymore after her father’s death. She also graduated from Harvard.”

“You’re not serious,” Julian said.

“That’s what she said.” I pulled out my phone.

“Who are you calling?” Parker asked.

“Miles Bradshaw. He went to Harvard. Even though she said she doesn’t know him, maybe he knew her.”

“Miles Bradshaw,” he answered.

“Miles, it’s Roman Hamilton from The Hamilton Group in Los Angeles.”

“Roman, how are you?”

“I’m good. I’m sorry to bother you on a Saturday, but I have a question.”

“Okay. Hopefully, I can answer it.”

“Do you know a woman named Morgan Ashley? She went to Harvard the same time you did.”

“Yes, I know her. She’s a good friend of mine.”

“She is?” I asked with surprise.

“Yeah. There was a group of us who all hung out together. She’s a great woman. Why are you asking?”

“She refuses to tell me anything about herself. I was hoping you could shed some light on her.”

“She’s a very private person. She always has been. And she’s one hell of a hacker and private investigator. That’s really all I can say. If she won’t tell you anything, she has her reasons.”

“Thanks, Miles. I appreciate it.”

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