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“Of course. Stop by the dealership or email me. I’ll send you some pictures of the models we have and have a few dropped off at your place so you can test them out.”
“Perfect. I’ll be in touch.”
Henry stopped, mid-turn, his eyebrows drawing together as he looked at me. “Fayette? That’s not a common name. I’ve heard it before. Where have I heard it?”
I shrugged, laughing. “I’m not sure.”
“Fayette. It was years ago. A decade at least. It was only once. Fayette.” Henry winced, shaking his head. “Dammit. It’s right there. And important.”
“She’s the first Fayette I’ve ever met. It’s not really her name that’s so surprising to me. I just figured with how close I was with George—”
“Brexton! George Brexton!”
I stopped, my head rearing back slightly. “You knew George?”
“Are you kidding? Everyone who is anyone knows George. Your grandfather was his mentor. His partner back in the day. Not that he needed to be. That was way before I was in the mix, but the stories are legendary. There’s plenty of conspiracies too, but I’m sure you know all about those.”
“No. I don’t. Wait, George? George Brexton? I think you’re confused. I would have heard something. George was in construction. He was a worker, not even an owner.”
“Worker, yeah, but the rumors suggest it was by choice. Supposedly, he gave up everything. He had power and enough money to last a hundred lifetimes, but he walked away from it. He didn’t even need to work with Charles at the end. The guy wasn’t just born into money, he was the money. He was law. You just married the daughter of one of the richest men in the world during his time. She’s a goldmine. Carmelo wouldn’t even be here had George not left when he did. I heard he was looking to buy Charles out. I’m guessing Marilyn’s condition saved them both. Maybe he even saw that. Fayette was a whisper in the industry by that time. And only amongst the old timers. The stories were all but done when I came around.”
“Really? What exactly happened?”
“George had an explosive temper and a big mouth. Some say it got him into a lot of trouble. Then, there were the supposed dealings that went bad with the wrong people. George had money, but he was ruthless. Like…a bad guy. One you feared would meet you in a dark alley. But so was Charles for a while. It’s all stories, of course. No one really knows the truth of why he disappeared. That’s where it gets complicated. Some say he lost everything in a bad deal and walked away from the life for his family. Others say he was biding his time until he could make a comeback, or it was safer. Your wife, Fayette, hasn’t she told you any of this? Where is George? I didn’t see him here?”
“He and his wife were killed in a car accident a few months back.”
“Accident? Are you sure about that?”
“Are you implying someone killed them?”
Henry shrugged. “That’s what I’m trying to say. It wouldn’t be the first time tragedy struck around him. There’s stories. Really bad ones. With the mystery around your own parents’ death—”
“What mystery? They died in a plane crash.”
His eyes narrowed confusingly as he looked at me.
“I guess it’s just talk. With the years of investigation your grandfather did, I just assumed—”
My hand shot up as that all-too familiar anger resurfaced. “I think I’ve heard enough. I see I have a lot of questions to ask Charles. Thank you for coming, Henry.”
“Of course.”
I turned, jogging towards the doors that opened at my approach. Cool air swept over my face as I entered, but I didn’t stop running. I headed up the stairs, making my way for Fay’s room. When I opened the door, I called out to her. The bed was empty. The tray of food on the table was untouched.
“Fay? Fay?”
The bathroom door was opened, and I spun, heading for the nursery. When it proved to be empty too, I went back out to the hallway.
Where was she? Hadn’t she said she was tired? Shouldn’t she be resting?
With big steps, I made my way to my grandfather’s room. Thomas rose from a chair, outside, placing his paper on the seat as he faced me. For the first time, I saw him differently. As a guard, yes, but…more. Were we still in danger? What the fuck was happening?
“Master Aimon, is everything okay?”
“I’m looking for Fay. Is she with him?”
“With Master Carmelo?” He paused. “No. He’s asleep. Parker did mention she rode the elevator up with them. I’m sure she’s around here somewhere. Maybe the kitchen? Would you like me to call?”
