Chapter 5You’re not going to like it? What’s that supposed to mean?
As though in answer to my silent question, images began to show on the far wall. The first was a head shot of a grey-haired man who looked puzzlingly familiar, though I couldn’t come up with a name. “Gavin Lambert,” Fiona said. “That’s whose prints were on the StarBar.”
“Wait,” Logan said. His eyes widened as he turned toward Fiona. “He’s an ex-cop. Why would he—”
“That’s for the two of you to find out.”
“Any idea how to track him down?” I asked.
“Sure. PAT identified his current place of residence.”
As though on cue, the android flipped to a new image. One that I recognized, having visited a number of times with Fiona, back when her dad was living there.
“Harvest Hill Villa?” I said, my voice rising in protest. “Bu
