Chapter Forty-Four
The door eased open and young Kandinsky peered through the gap.
“Who are you?” he said.
“I’m Erica Jensen. I was working for Melissa’s father, but I have nothing to do with him anymore.”
He squinted. “Why should I believe you?”
“Believe this,” I said, holding up the death record with Melissa’s name on it. “I was hired for two reasons: to find Melissa and some money your father allegedly stole from the company he co-owned with Melissa’s father. At least, that’s what Stuart Blaine told me.
“But what really happened was your father was stealing from the mob. And you told him you wanted no part of that. Am I right?”
As I spoke, the young man’s squint turned circular. His gaze darted over my shoulder. “Maybe you’d better come in.”
With that, he turned and walked insid
