The Missing Millionaire

Somehow Harrison kept his voice even. “I know who he is. We’ve never met.” He’d gone out of his way to see that never happened.

“I thought…”

“What? That I’m in the same line of work?” His jaw muscles worked as anger flashed in his eyes.

“Are you? Glare all you want. Tony said he was helping a friend by arranging your kidnapping. I know he kept in touch with DiMarko. The logical conclusion is that Tony got involved because his former boss asked him for a favor. But maybe I guessed wrong. If you and DiMarko have never met…Were you competing for something? Property? A—”

“No. Nothing.” But Harrison’s mind continued to whirl with possibilities.

“What about your…Zoe?”

Mentally, Harrison swore. He’d just come to that same possibility. “If there’s a connection, it has to be through Wayne Drake.”

“How did Zoe know him?”

“She met Drake at a party at my place. He crashed the party, but neither of us knew that at the time because he came in with a group of expected guests and everyone thought he was with someone else. After he was killed and the police told us his background, they theorized he came there to steal something that night and instead latched on to Zoe as a means of getting close to more targets, including me.”

“Drake worked for DiMarko?”

“I’ve no idea.” And the thought had never occurred to him until now.

“What would DiMarko gain by killing the two of you?”

“Not a thing.” He rubbed at his jaw tiredly. “We’re missing something.”

“A whole lot of somethings,” she agreed. “Where do I turn?”