Jung shrugged. “When old man Ayers died, he left Stephen as executor. By then, Tim had gotten a reputation as a screwup and a major disappointment. I guess leaving everything in Stephen’s hands made sense to him from a business standpoint. It didn’t take long for Stephen to work out his childhood issues by holding up the cash. He held the money over Tim, and enjoyed it. He wanted everything Tim had, freedom, friends, all of it, and the money was his control. That is, until Tim got sick of it and said the hell with it.” Jung shook his head woefully. “Maybe Stephen wanted the boat? It was their father’s. Maybe he thought he should have gotten that, too? I don’t want to believe he’d kill Tim for it.”

I nodded. “Ganz said he saw Darby board a boat at the marina. What if he lives there?”

“I never heard Tim talk about any Ganz. Maybe he heard it wrong?” He held the card up, and then stood to pace. “But this Darby. They argued, you said, so maybe he comes back, kills Tim? He thinks he got away with it, but then you show up and he gets nervous. That’s why he made that call? Why he rushed out? That’s a good theory, right? Or try this on. Maybe this Ganz pulls a fake. Maybe he’s the one who has it out with Tim, but he points the finger at Darby instead. One of them, not sure which, could be on the run right now. We need to make a move.” Jung turned, saw me still sitting there. “Well?”

“I don’t know enough yet,” I said calmly. “Neither do you.”

“But if Darby was hanging out at the marina, he was right there, right under Tim’s nose.”

“I’ve only got one man’s word on that so far.” I stood. Jung’s five minutes were up. “Go back to Deek’s. I’ll call you if I need you.”

“Just like that?”

I padded over to the door, opened it. “Bye, Jung. Thanks for the sandwich.”

He stepped out into the hall, turned back. “But the contract says . . .”

I pushed the door closed and locked it. This hadn’t been my most productive day. I’d been given the heave-ho, and warned off by Stephen Ayers, albeit it was a warning once removed, coming from his lawyer as it did, but it was a warning just the same. And I was nowhere close to proving anything. I wondered about C.D. Ganz. He seemed forthcoming enough, up to a point, but he was definitely holding something back. Maybe he had concocted that argument to run me around? And, seriously, how did he know Tim’s case had been closed?