“I never met Tanner-boy until the day he met his maker. Guy was a tool, a real waste of space. My father would have been insulted to know that had come out of his gene pool. It was my duty to handle it before Father could find out.”
“What about Frederick Glass, the guy who took ownership of Mrs. Winestone’s Jag?”
“At your service,” he chortled. “Clever, huh? And just for the record, the Winestone’s car was sweeeet. I was actually sorry I had to leave it sitting in that to-remain-unnamed location. Let’s just say I’m sure the locals took good care of that fine piece of machinery.”
I glanced at Leah again, who still appeared to be unconscious. I prayed that he had only drugged her and that after all of this, she’d be ok. With that in mind, I proceeded with the question I had wanted to ask
