Jethro cleared his throat. “He can’t talk if you kill him, mate.”

Wolfe lightened his grip a fraction. “Name,” he bit out.

“Frank Spanek,” Trentington gasped out, his eyes filling with tears. “He’s been a member of Captive for years.”

“Was he friends with Albert Nelson?” Wolfe snarled.

Trentington coughed. “Um, I think so. In fact, I believe Spanek sponsored Nelson a decade or so ago. I’d forgotten all about it,” he rushed to add.

Wolfe released him. That was almost too easy, and he hadn’t gotten to hit the idiot. “Do you know Candy Folks?”

Trentington frowned. “The journalist who has gone missing? Why would I know her?”

“Do you know her or not?” Wolfe twirled the knife again.

“No. Never met her.”

He still couldn’t figure out if they’d been drugged because of Dana’s story or his hunt for Rock. The anger inside Wolfe hadn’t abated. Even if Gary Rockcliff had started playing games and drugged him, there was no way he’d revealed himself to Trentington, so asking the question with Force standing behind him would be a useless move. “Who was the woman who poured my drink last night?” He still couldn’t get a bead on her face. Why would Spanek and the woman want him drugged? Or was it Dana they’d wanted?

“I don’t know. She was Spanek’s guest, but she had a mask on.” Trentington glared. “Now get out.”

“Oh, I will, after you print me out a list of your members. The real list with phone numbers and addresses. Then I want a list of anyone who attended or worked the party last night.” Wolfe leaned in, letting his fury show. Thunder bellowed outside in tune with his mood. “Please say no.”

* * *

Dana tried another algorithm on Candy’s notes. This one she’d found on the Internet, and it had been somewhat helpful. So far, she’d partially deciphered a list of female CEOs who also ran nonprofits and were key to Candy’s story. The first was Margaret Jones, who ran a makeup empire and donated to cancer causes. She was out of the country for the next three months. The second woman was Phyllis Donald, who was a real estate mogul who donated to causes that benefited the elderly, and she was busy for the next two weeks. The final lead was to Theresa Rhodes, who was the CEO of a sporting goods company that spent tons of money on female start-ups. Dana called to set up an appointment with her and discovered the woman was out of town on sabbatical for the rest of the month.

Apparently the rich and very rich didn’t spend much time in the office. There was probably a lesson to be learned there.