“You know where I can find him?”

“No. But if you find him, you’ll find Paul. They’re very close.” Candice said it like there was something more to it.

Faye, fortunately, picked up on that. “Meaning what?”

Candice was quiet for a moment. The woman had provided useful information. Sebastian was glad he’d had Ron put people on her. Still, he made a mental note to call Ron back with this new information, have his people watch Candice more closely. If Paul knew she was back in LA, she could be a threat.

“Screw it,” Candice said. “We’ve come this far. Okay, you want to know? Okay, fine. The last time I saw Paul was at his place. This was on a Friday. I’d been thinking about him all week, begging to see him, and he agreed. He has one of those long, full-length mirrors propped up against the wall across from the foot of his bed. Paul loves mirrors. Likes, you know, doing it in front of one so he can watch and admire himself.”

That sounds like something Paul would do. He had always been proud of his body, the discipline he showed in not only weight training but his meticulous diet. Sebastian could recall numerous times throughout Paul’s adolescence when he’d found Paul lifting weights in either his bedroom or the workout room in the basement, always in front of a mirror.

“We were about to, you know, get into it when Paul said he had a special request.” Candice spoke by rote, without emotion, a lawyer reading words from a contract. “He said he wanted to invite someone to join us. I thought he meant a woman. Not my thing, not at all, but like I said, I wasn’t myself, and anything Paul wanted . . . But it wasn’t another woman Paul wanted. It was Bradley, and I . . .” Candice didn’t finish the thought. Then she said, “Later, at the parties, I said yes to that, too. He . . . well, he, you know, traded me out to certain people. Filmed me doing things.”

“Where were these parties? His place?”

“No. Someplace way north. Ojai, maybe. No, it was Santa Paula. Yeah. This really big house—you know, one of those luxury country-type homes, but sprawling. Place was completely isolated. It had these stunning mountain views, but at night, it was . . . I mean, there was no one around, and you felt, like, totally alone. Trapped.”

Sounds like a perfect spot for Paul to store his carriers, Sebastian thought.

Or my daughter.

He knew he was getting ahead of himself, but still, he wanted Faye to ask Candice for the address. He wanted to take a look at this house, but he couldn’t do that if—

“You have an address?” Faye asked.

Sebastian grinned. Well done.

A beat, and then Candice Jackson said, defensively, “Why are you asking me that?”

Careful, Faye.

Faye sighed. “Now it’s my turn to be truthful with you.” She paused, as if taking a moment to collect herself. “Paul brought me to a few of those types of parties, and it was . . . Okay, I kind of liked it. Got off on it. But I was always really, really drunk, and I can’t remember the places we went.”