Chapter 328

KING Irub at my eyelids and reach for my coffee, hoping it will help me focus. But the glare of the screen is making my eyes burn, and I slam my laptop closed. I’ve followed every lead I dug up on the Cassidy Jones case and have come up with nothing. If she simply up and left like the cops concluded, then she’s gone to a level of ass-covering that would make Jack Reacher proud. And nobody in the real world is that good. I take another swig of my lukewarm coffee. Well, maybe a handful of people, but there’s nothing to suggest Cassidy Jones had anywhere close to that level of knowledge or expertise. Every instinct I have tells me she’s dead. And that my father knows something about it. As cruel as he is, I can’t bring myself to accept that he actually did it, but he definitely knows something. I call Curtis and give him a brief, uninspiring update and assure him I’ll get him some answers eventually. “I know I haven’t paid you yet, but I’m waiting on a loan to come through,” he says after