Page 78 of I’ll Be Watching You

“I’ll send you everything I’ve found so far, and if anything else comes up I’ll let you know.”

“Great. I’m going to dig deeper into Maddox, see what I can find.”

I had nothing more to do in the office, and Luisa looked like she was deep into her computer. I walked to her doorway and stood until she said without looking up, “You can talk.”

“Find anything?”

“Not yet. But there’s a lot to go through, and I have to be careful.”

“I tried Willa’s daughter Annette, no answer. So I’m going to Scottsdale to talk to Maddox in person. I’ll set the alarm when I leave, but you’re the only one here.”

Now Lu glanced up. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“Nope. You’re the only one who can do this,” I said, waving my hand toward her computer. “I’ll keep my wits about me. But I’m taking Jack’s truck and you’ll be stuck here for a while. Are you coming back to my place tonight?”

She shook her head. “Staying at Gabriel’s. Your guest bed is seriously uncomfortable.”

I hid a smile. “Sorry about that.”

“You don’t sound sorry. Call me on your way back and I’ll let you know if I need a ride.”

“Will do,” I said and left.

I kept my eye on potential tails—nothing. I called Jack.

“I’m going to Scottsdale to talk to Mildred Maddox. I have your truck.”

“I’m going stir-crazy. Pick me up.”

I groaned. “Really?”

“Yes. Nate has this place locked up like Fort Knox and Tess has told me a half dozen times I’m slowing her down. She’s fine here and promised she won’t leave. Please, Margo, I’m begging you. I need to get out.”

“Fine. Ten minutes.”

Eleven minutes later, Jack was in the passenger seat, grumbling that I wasn’t letting him drive his own truck. I ignored him.

Mildred Maddox had a two-million-dollar town house in the pricey Gainey Ranch. Gated, but there were always ways around that.

I parked outside the development, but didn’t make a move to get out of the truck. We could walk in through one of the pathways that led to the golf course. Many of the gated communities in Scottsdale were like this—foot traffic was okay, but you can’t drive your car on the grounds without being a resident or approved guest.

Technically, we weren’t supposed to walk in without a reason to be here, but no one would stop us.

Yet . . .

“Earth to Margo,” Jack said, his hand on the door.

“I already called and left a message with someone I assumed was her housekeeper. So she knows I want to talk to her.”

“And?”

“She hasn’t called. And why would she talk to us? If she’s not involved with any conspiracy, she would know that our dad pled guilty to Dr. Klein’s murder. If she is involved, we’re tipping our hand. Either way, she’s not going to tell us squat, and we have no leverage to compel her to talk. And anything we do say could put a target on our backs.”

“If she’s involved,” Jack said.

“Yes.”

“You’re making my head spin.”