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“You paid for it? How?” he asked.
Mortimer shrugged. “I had some tucked away.”
Dad shot me a look and jerked his head toward the door.
Damn it. I needed more time. But before I could signal to him, he had already started his exit line.
“Well, we should go, but please, don’t forget to let us know if you need anything. Anything at all,” Dad said.
Michaela nodded and sipped her drink.
“Thanks again, Theo, Maeve.” George waved a hand at us as we left.
I scrambled to think of something to say as we made our way out. Something that could instigate a conversation that might give me a clue. When the door shut on us, my heart sank.
It was a good thing I only retrieved bodies, because I would have made the worst detective.
As I drove us home, I wanted to ask Dad about the life insurance policy, but it seemed he had found out about the same time as me. And I’d have to admit to eavesdropping if I brought it up.
Nope, my best hope, unfortunately, lay with Ben Everhart.
“I do hope George is taking care of her,” Dad said as we passed the boundary out of Dawn.
“You think he isn’t?” I asked.
I mean, the place could have done with a cleaning, but hopefully, George was more focused on caring for his wife than the house.
Dad grabbed the passenger side handle above his head. “George gets easily distracted.”
“By cards?”
Dad pursed his lips.
The whole reason he had a friendship with George was because of their weekly poker night with their friends.
The card game was just a weekly indulgence for Dad, but George had a much larger appetite.
“She seemed all right,” Dad said.
“All right?” I snorted. “She was a wreck, Dad.”
“I’d be worse if it were me.”
I shut up.
Without being a parent, I couldn’t exactly comprehend what it would mean to lose a child.
I drove us back to the house and parked up on the giant driveway.
“Your name is on the work schedule properly now,” Dad said over the top of the car as I locked up. “Perfect timing, too. Sharon is due for some holiday. I’ll send you a copy to your email.”
I nodded, my mind still elsewhere.
Work was something I had looked forward to until I learned I had to solve a murder. It felt like being on the rota might get in the way of the investigation. But I couldn’t exactly tell Dad that.
The second I opened the front door, a volley of raised voices struck us from down the corridor.
“Gods above, what now?” Dad pushed his way through and made to march off down the corridor.
