Page 51 of Wild Fever
“What do you want?” Alex barked, his voice crackling through the speaker on the video doorbell.
He lived on the 23rd floor of the Trident. Lance had bought both his children condos in the building. A generous gift for an estranged son.
I flashed my badge to the lens and told him we needed to talk.
“There’s nothing I want to talk about with you.”
“It involves your father.”
“Even less reason to talk to you.”
“I’m sorry to tell you, but he’s deceased.”
Static crackled over the line for a moment.
“Thanks for letting me know. Have a great day.”
The line disconnected.
JD and I shared a look.
“Ungrateful little bastard,” JD muttered.
I rang the bell again.
After a moment, Alex said, “What part offuck offdid you not understand?”
“We really need to ask you a few questions.”
“Leave now. You’re trespassing.” He disconnected.
I shared another glance with Jack.
Having had a prior run-in with the law, Alex knew better than to talk to cops. It might have been the smart move, but it didn’t do anything to reduce my suspicions.
JD and I left and walked back toward the elevator.
“That would break my heart to have that kind of relationship with my kid,” JD said.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that.”
Jack beamed with pride.
We took the elevator down to the lobby. The valet pulled the car around, and we hopped in and headed back to theAvventura.
Buddy waited eagerly at the salon door. We stepped inside, and I knelt down and petted the little guy. The boat was quiet. Eerily so.
I stood up and marched below deck to check on Kara. She didn’t answer when I knocked on the hatch. I feared the worst.
I twisted the handle and cracked open the hatch. The stateroom was empty. The bed had been made, and the room was tidy.
I left and went back up to the galley, but by that time, Jack had found a note on the counter. He handed it to me. It read:I couldn't sit still. Had to get out and make something happen. Thanks for the hospitality. I'll be in touch. XOXO, Kara.
I couldn't blame her for not wanting to sit still.
"Think she played us for suckers?" JD asked.
I shrugged. "What's the point? If she really did kill Yan, she didn't have to reach out to us.”
