“That doesn’t stop us doing some footwork with a copy of the photo and asking around.”
“Exactly,” I say, “So… your father is working around his contacts…”
Her gaze snaps to Klempner. “And?”
“And…” He raises palms… “So far, nothing…”
*****
Michael
Don’t lash out…
Keep your temper…
“Larry, can I have a word?”
He looks up from his reading. “Of course. What can I do for you, Michael?”
“Firstly….” I toss the wretched penguin pullover at him. One-handedly he catches it mid-air. “… You left it on the bed. Why were you in our bedroom? Mine, James’ and Charlotte’s. A bedroom is private space.”
His forehead wrinkles. “I was watching for Baxter. That’s the best room in the house for the view over the mountain. The best look-out post. And…” He holds up palms… “… after you’d let me see what
