“Not money,” I said. “Information.”
He turned back around, his eyes still watering. “I told you everything I know.”
“Really?” I asked. “Do you know where Beau is?”
He stood up now, pacing around the room. Because he knew that I knew about everything he’d thus far told me. But this, this he was certain was the one piece of information I had yet to discover. And so we both had trump cards. Still, mine was a face card and his some middling number. And this he knew, too, because eventually I’d find Beau or he’d find me. And Jeeves would still be a lowly butler and one that was still being blackmailed.
He stopped pacing and turned to look at me. “She would’ve kept Beau, you know.” I simply nodded. “It was Robbie who convinced her. Told her it would ruin her life, not to mention his. And you
