"Maybe," he said, turning his gaze to mine. There was a gleam of excitement in his eyes.

"What?" I asked.

"The owner of the house where my father was shot, the wealthy private collector—his name was James Holden."

"Okay," I said slowly. "Jeremy said that name before, but you look like it means something to you now."

"James Holden doesn't mean anything to me, but he has a brother, Ian Holden. And Ian was a professor of music theory at NYU for almost two decades. Some of those years would coincide with the time your mother was in college on a music scholarship."

I sat up a little straighter. "That is interesting. Why is he in the police report?"

"James and his brother hosted the charity event together, and the NYU music department was the recipient of the money raised that night. The party was held at James's house, but he left before the event was over to fly to London. Ian was the last person on the scene. He said goodbye to my father about thirty minutes before my father was shot."

"Where did Ian go?"

"Home. He lived in a condo in Manhattan," Kade said.

"Ian might have known my mother. How old is he?"

"It doesn't say here, but it probably does online."

I took out my phone and looked him up. "Got it. Ian Holden is fifty-nine years old, and he still teaches at NYU." I paused. "My mom is forty-nine. At least, I think she is, if she was actually twenty-two when she had me. Ian would have been ten years older than her." I looked at some of the images that had come up in my search. "Ian is a good-looking man. There's a bunch of stuff here about his music and his brother the billionaire." My jaw dropped as I read through the headlines of some other articles. "Wait a second. Here's something interesting. He took a job as a guest professor at UC Berkeley this fall." I looked back at Kade. "He's in the area. He's been here since August. We need to find him. I'm going to text Jeremy and see if he can get us an address."

"If he can't do that, we can see what class Holden is teaching at Berkeley and try to find him there," Kade said.

I sent Jeremy a text and then looked at Kade. "This could be the break we've been looking for."

"Maybe. But if Ian knew who killed my father, he didn't say anything at the time. I can't see why he'd talk now. But he is a link to your mother's past."

"And your mother is connected to mine," I reminded him. "This might not be everything, but it's something."

"Something," he echoed. "We'll see."