He hadn’t bought or sold anything for the last three years. He owned his own spread outside San Antonio, in the hills, and that was it. He never married and didn’t have a girlfriend. What did he do for a living? Had he made enough money to retire early?

Or, maybe, he was working for Harrison Monroe. Maybe he was running the illegal gambling operation on the side.

Max wished she could talk to Grover about his son, but she didn’t know if he would keep the conversation between them and she didn’t want Simon to know she was digging into his life. She couldn’t very well look up his tax returns and see how he was making his money.

Situations like this made Max wish she were in law enforcement. They had far more access to certain information. Sean had found all Simon’s previous activities in buying and selling property in public records, but he, too, had questioned how he was making his money. Still, Simon managed several properties and could easily be making a good living in that business.

His reaction yesterday to their evening conversation had bugged her all night. The more she reflected, the more certain she was that he knew that the Albrights were dead long before anyone else. Why? Was it a logical guess … or did he know they had been murdered?

Max admitted to herself that she was frustrated that she couldn’t get Simon to admit the truth. He wanted her to go away. Maybe she should rethink talking to Grover.

Max didn’t lie to people, but she didn’t want to upset the older gentleman. And while she didn’t want to back down, she didn’t know how she was going to find anything more—especially now that she’d gotten Lucy involved and Lucy was working with Detective Reed.

Maybe she should just … leave. Go home. See Ryan and Eve and let Lucy Kincaid and the San Antonio Police Department solve Victoria’s murder.

She seriously thought about it.

Hop on the next flight east, Max. Do you even care about this case?

Maybe that was her real problem. She didn’t care. She had become increasingly fed up with the people involved. Grant, because he told her half-truths and outright lied to her about knowing Monroe; Simon, because he knew something and thought what? That everything would just go away? But his sister was the victim, and he didn’t seem to care if her killer got away with it. And Mitch, for playing whatever game he was playing. It all just made her weary.

Except Grover and Judith Mills were good people who grieved for their daughter, for their lost friends, for their family.