“Fair enough,” Rock said. “We need to find her. But would she really be behind Dad’s murder? Why not take care of him years ago?”

“Maybe,” Roy, who was usually quiet, began, “Dad had decided to go back to Irene.”

“Give up his billion-dollar enterprise?” Rock said. “Doesn’t sound like him.”

“Are you kidding?” Roy continued. “He probably planned to live the high life on some Caribbean island while getting reports of the chaos his will had caused. Forcing you to come here and run the company. Watching Reid have to give up what should have been his birthright. Watching us all be implicated. He had all the hoops set up and ready for us to—”

“Oh my God,” Riley broke in.

“What?” Several of us asked in unison.

“I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before,” she said. “Actually, I do know why. I’ve kind of erased it from my mind. Dad has an island. A private island.”

My heart threatened to jump out of my chest. “How do you know?” I asked.

She gazed down at the table. “I’ve been there.”

Silence for what seemed like more than a few seconds. We all knew what Riley had experienced on her trips with Dad. And on a private island? Nothing would have been off limits.

“Do you know where the island is?” Rock asked.

She nodded. “It’s not in the Caribbean. It’s somewhere in the Pacific. We’d fly out of Honolulu. Or take a boat. Honestly I don’t remember how we got there most of the time.”

Why didn’t you tell us this? I wanted to demand.

But I didn’t. I already knew the answer. Riley tried very hard not to think about those times, and none of us could blame her. She honestly hadn’t thought of it until now.

“Records,” Lacey said. “There’d be a record of the purchase somewhere.”

I held back a snorting scoff. Lacey was still new to this family. She didn’t understand that Derek Wolfe could make any record disappear. “He probably covered it up,” I said. “But there would have to be a flight manifest for the jet.” I turned to my sister. “I’m sorry. I know this is hard for you to talk about, but when you went to the island, did you take the jet?”

She nodded, swallowing visibly.

“If he can hide a property investment,” Rock said, “he can easily forge a flight manifest.”

“Those have to be filed with the FAA,” Charlie said.

“The FAA is a government agency,” I said. “Government employees are often underpaid.”

“So they’re ripe for bribes,” Charlie said. “Got it.”

“Still, it’s worth a look.” I made a note. “I’ll have Buck investigate.”

Rock nodded. “I wonder…”

“What?” I asked.

“If this Irene Lucent lives on that island.”