Sheâd forgotten a lot of things and that was dangerous. Forcing herself to focus, she met Johnâs gaze head-on. âFirst of all, he didnât kill my father. I want that understood.â
âAll right. Can you tell me why youâre so certain of this?â
She leaned forward, but before she could say a word, the office door opened and her fatherâs fifth wife strolled in.
The busty blonde stopped when she saw them. Her gaze skimmed past Victoria with supreme disinterest, but John was apparently a different matter for she subjected him to a lengthy once-over. âSorry,â she finally said. âI didnât realize anyone was in here.â
Tori suppressed a sigh. âMr. Miglionni, this is my fatherâs widow, DeeDee Hamilton. DeeDee, this is John Miglionni, the private investigator Fatherâs attorney helped me hire.â
DeeDeeâs big blue eyes grew even bigger and bluer. âWhy the hell would you need a P.I.? As far as I can tell,the only even halfway interesting thing youâve ever done is piss off your daddy by having Esââ
âMr. Miglionni has a reputation as the man to call when a teenager is missing. Heâs going to find Jared.â
âNo shit? Arenât you worried the copsâll slap him in irons the minute you bring him home?â
Fury flared in Victoriaâs chest. âJared didnât kill Father!â
The lush blonde simply shrugged.
âHe did not. â
DeeDee looked bored. âOkay, fine. So why did he run, then?â
âWell, let me think. Could it be that he stumbled across his fatherâs dead body, and that heâs seventeen years old and it probably scared him to death? Or for all we know, he could have walked in while Father was being killed. Am I the only one worried that he might not have left voluntarily?â
âYes.â
âFor heavenâs sake, DeeDee, if youâve spent any time with him at all, you must know he hasnât got a violent bone in his body.â
âYeah? So how the hell would you know? Except for the odd holiday or flying visit, itâs not like youâve been around much during the two years Iâve been here.â
âYouâre right, I havenât. And I have to live with the fact that I left him to Fatherâs less-than-tender mercies. But that doesnât keep me from knowing that a personâs basic nature doesnât change. And Jared wouldnât hurt a flea.â
âMaybe not.â DeeDee shrugged once again. âBut who else had any reason to kill Ford?â
âMy God, are you serious?â The laugh that escaped Victoria went a little wild, and ruthlessly she slammed a lid on the urge to give in to unchecked hysteria. âConsidering Fatherâs personality, and the fact that he was killed inthe middle of a dinner party he was giving to rub salt in the wound of a CEO whose company heâd just acquired in a hostile takeover, Iâd have to say darn near everyone.â
She turned to include Rocket. âI realize itâs unkind to speak ill of the dead, but you might as well know up front that my father wasnât a nice man. He liked nothing more than to toy with people, and from what Iâve gathered, none of the guests attending his little soiree the night he was killed had a clue if theyâd still have a job come Monday morning. Iâm not just talking about the employees of the company heâd taken over, either. No one could afford to relax around him. He was just as apt to can his own people as the ones from his new acquisition, if for no other reason than to provide himself a momentâs entertainment.â
âAnd here I thought my old man was the daddy of dys-function.â John had been watching the interaction between the two women with fascination, knowing they had no idea how revealing it was. But it was time for a more straightforward approach. He needed to start directing