particularly important, as heâs discreet. Sheâs discreet as well, and uses the services of a licensed companion. Both their children are grown, of course, and while each play the game in public, neither have much affection for their parents or the choices their parents have made.â
âThe worldâs made up of all manner of parts, Charlie,â Dennis murmured.
âIâm aware. My professional opinion is Mandy would do nothing to unbalance her world. She would never hurt Edward, and in her way, sheâs fond of him. In his way, heâs both grateful for her contributions to his career, and proud of her standing socially.â
âHeâd have enemies.â
âOh, scores. Politically, as youâd expect.â
âAnd personally?â
âHe can and does charmâitâs part of politics, again. He also believes himself right on whatever stand he takes, politically and personally, and that can cause friction. This house is an example,â Mira continued. âEdward decided it needed to be sold, so to him, it will be.â
âHeâs wrong,â Dennis said quietly, âand it wonât be. But thatâs not important right now. Someone hurt him, and thereâs been no mention of ransom.â He looked at Eve now. âYou havenât mentioned ransom.â
âIâll talk to his wife about that. Mr. Mira, I want you to know I believe everything youâve told me. And I donât believe, not for a second, youâd do anything to hurt your cousin. Or anyone.â
âThank you.â
âBut I have to ask what Iâm going to ask, or Iâm not doing my job. If Iâm not doing my job, Iâm not helping you.â
âI understand. You need to ask me when I saw Edward last, how things were between us. If keeping this house in the family is so important to me, I might hire someone to frighten him.â
He nodded, set his tea aside. âWe saw each other over the holidays. For form, really, Iâm sorry to say. Charlotte and I attended a cocktail party at his home. When was that, Charlie?â
âOn the twenty-second of December. We only stayed about an hour, as Edward tried to corner Dennis about selling the house.â
âI didnât want to argue, so we left early. He sent me an e-mail shortlyafter the first of the year, outlining his reasons, again, and his plan of action.â
âYou didnât tell me that, Dennis.â
âYou get so angry with him.â Dennis took Miraâs hand again. âAnd there was nothing new in it. I donât like bringing that discord into our home. I answered him briefly that I didnât agree, and intended to keep my promise to our grandfather. When he responded immediately, I knew he was very angry. He would usually wait as if too busy to deal with such matters. But he responded right away, and said he would give me time to be reasonable, and warned he would be forced to take legal action if I insisted on clinging to sentiment. And . . . he claimed there had been no promise, that Iâas I tend to doâhad mixed things up.â
âThe hell with him!â
âCharlieââ
âThe hell with him, that coldhearted bastard. I mean it, Dennis!â Outraged fury deepened her color, flashed in her eyes. âIf you want to look at someone whoâd have wanted to hurt him, look right here.â
âDr. Mira,â Eve said coolly, âcut it out. Iâm going to have EDD access those e-mails. That was your last communication?â
âYes, it was. I didnât respond. It was a cruel thing to say, and it was a lie. We made a promise.â Eve saw his baffled sorrow as clearly as Miraâs outraged fury. âI didnât contact him again until today, but he didnât answer.â
âAll right.â She couldnât help herself, and touched a hand to his knee. âYou donât mix up anything