CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE“We got here the same time as the secretary and found him in his office.” Derry glanced over his shoulder toward an open door.
“I’m just glad it was someone other than me,” I said.
The corner of Derry’s mouth turned up a fraction. Coming from him, it was almost a belly laugh. “Looks like suicide.” His emphasis on the first word conveyed skepticism.
“Sounds familiar.”
He grunted. “The gun was his, according to the girl. Woman,” he corrected himself with a slight scowl. “And there was a note.”
“What did it say?”
“Let’s not get into all that.”
“Did it say anything about the Hellman property?”
Derry pinned me with a laser-like stare. “Why do you ask?”
“That land is owned by two people, hiding behind an off-shore shell company.” I gave Derry a quick rundown on what
