McAllister brooded into his brandy for a few seconds before raising his head to me again. “So tell me the rest of it. Why do you think I wanted the will?”

“Oh, the answer to that is simple: because you’ve been embezzling money from Mab for years.”

He froze, shocked that his dirty little secret was finally out in the open after being buried for so long. For a moment, panic flared in his eyes, and his gaze flicked toward the doorway as if he expected Mab to storm inside and roast him on the spot for his betrayal. After a moment, he seemed to snap back to reality, because he laughed again, the sound even darker and harsher than before. But there was another emotion mixed in with all of the ugliness: relief. I wondered if it was because Mab was dead and couldn’t hurt him or that he could finally share his secret with someone—even if that someone was me.

When his laughter finally faded away, I continued with my story.

“You see, when I started putting it all together, it only made sense that you would steal the will. You were Mab’s lawyer, so of course you drew up it for her. That also meant that you knew exactly what was in it,” I said. “So after I read it, I figured there was something you didn’t want M. M. Monroe to find out about Mab’s estate—something you’d done. Embezzlement seemed like just the sort of thing you’d want to cover up, so I had Finn do some checking. He said you hid your tracks very well but not quite well enough. Exactly how much have you skimmed from Mab over the years?”

He sighed. “Close to thirty million. With my investments, I’ve grown it into more than fifty. And it wasn’t easy—it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. That woman watched her money like a hawk, wanting to know where every little penny went. She had hundreds of millions at her disposal, and I still had to send her receipts for every dime I spent. Miserly bitch.”

I wanted to point out that Mab had had good reason to be suspicious, given how much he’d swindled from her, but I graciously kept that thought to myself.

And now came the final question I had, the one thing that I most wanted an answer to. But I kept my voice light and casual. No sense in tipping him off about how important it was to me. It would be just like the lawyer to pick up on that and decide to mess with me, especially since he thought he had nothing to lose now.

“So who is the mysterious M. M. Monroe?” I asked. “The one you’ve gone to so much trouble to avoid.”