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“Would you say your father was a religious man?”
“Dad. No, not at all. He says you have to get all you can out of life, because once it’s done, it’s done.” His voice cracked. “It’s done.”
“He do any sailing, Jake?”
“Sailing?” His head came up again, his eyes clouded with grief and confusion. “No, he didn’t like the water. Why?”
“Just curious. Was he in a relationship?”
“No. He liked women, but he just cruised.”
“He takes care of his house? Cooking, cleaning.”
“He’s got a droid.”
“Okay. I’m going to have a uniform take you and Rochelle to your grandparents.”
“I want to see my father. I need to see him.”
“I’ll make arrangements for you and your family to see him as soon as I can. But not now, not here. Go, be with your family now.”
Once she’d seen them off, she began to work her way through the first level of the house. “He left a note on the computer,” she said to Roarke.
“Handy.”
“Yeah. Actually, only a small percentage of self-terminations leave a note. Confessed to hiring the hit on Copperfield and Byson.”
“Also handy.”
“Yeah, you’re following me.” She moved through a small media room, a dining room. “They weren’t professional hits, number one. So sure, he could’ve hired some mope. But who’s he going to trust with the info that was tortured out of Copperfield?”
“Only someone else directly involved.”
“Bingo. He wrote about losing his soul and going to Hell. Upper case H on Hell. That says a religious bent to me, or some sort of belief in the big fire down there. Also, the noose looked like it was tied by a professional executioner. Or a very skilled sailor or Youth Scout. Someone very calm and precise.”
She moved to the kitchen, opened the doors on the pantry—well stocked—the utility closet. “Where’s the droid?”
“Not down here. Upstairs?”
“I’m going to check. Why don’t you play e-man and check his security, the discs and so on?”
“Is this a homicide, Lieutenant?”
“Smells like one to me. We’ll see what the ME says. But fingers point. Why is the door open, the security off?”
“Someone wanted the body found easily, and expeditiously.”
“There you go. Why does a man contemplating offing himself ask his son out for a drink a couple hours before the act? He just doesn’t. Or if he does, he insists. ‘I’ve got to talk to you. I have to get something off my chest.’ But he doesn’t.
“What you’ve got here is a man who liked to live well, by whatever means available. No steady relationships, no real vestige of interest in the family business. Hard-line father, up-and-coming son, and you’re the black sheep. But you know how to see to your own comfort. You’ve got a gambling problem.”
“Had or have?”
“Well, he’s dead as a doornail, whatever a doornail is, so it’s ‘had.’ But I’m betting he had one right up until the last hour. Great way to wash unexplained income is playing with it. I’m not seeing a man with a heavy conscious here. I’m seeing an opportunist, and one who’d have run like the freaking wind if he thought we were sniffing at him. And I’m seeing somebody’s patsy.”
There was no droid on the premises, and according to her e-man the discs for Friday had been removed and replaced with blanks.
“There’s going to be a tranq in his system,” Eve said. “Something that can be put down to calming himself before he put the noose over his head. We might find, since we’ll be looking, a stunner mark on him.”
