No arrests had been made. The Wolfe kids were simply persons of interest. Of course their fingerprints would be in his penthouse. They were his kids. They probably visited him from time to time.

Except they really didn’t. They all hated him.

Still, for family functions. All but Rock had attended Derek’s sixtieth birthday bash at the penthouse a week before the murder. Even Lacey had attended, as his lawyer. For their fingerprints to be there was no big deal, as far as I could see.

But I wasn’t a detective. Or a lawyer.

My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my purse. Blaine? Again?

“Excuse me,” I said to the receptionist as I left the office to take the call in the hallway.

“Hello,” I said nonchalantly, trying to hide the tension I felt from head to toe.

“Evening, Charlie,” Blaine said. “Are you free?”

“Not really. What do you want?”

“I was wondering if the information I gave you proved valuable in any way.”

“We don’t know yet.” Then I berated myself. Why should I tell him anything?

“I got a phone call today,” he said, “from someone I think you might find interesting.”

“Oh? If it’s important to the case, you should contact Lacey, not me.”

“Lacey and I don’t have the rapport that you and I have.”

I rolled my eyes and said nothing. Denying the rapport would do me no good.

He cleared his throat. “I’d like to meet you again. To give you more information.”

“Why not give it to me now?”

“I don’t want to use the phone. It’s…delicate.”

I rolled my eyes again. But the previous information he’d given me had proven fruitful, so I didn’t want to waste this opportunity.

“It’s late, Blaine. I can’t meet you now.”

“It’s eight-thirty, Charlie.”

“I’m…busy.”

“Tomorrow evening, then. Dinner.”

“Tomorrow’s Saturday.”

“I’m aware of that. Do you have plans?”

I hoped I did. With Roy. But the fact of the matter was Roy and I hadn’t discussed it. “I’m free. What time?”

“Seven-thirty. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“I’ll meet you there. Text me the restaurant.”

“I thought I’d make you dinner at my place.”

Uh…hell, no. “No, Blaine. A restaurant or nothing.”

“I guess you don’t want this information, then.”

Really? He was going to play that game? “I guess I don’t.” I was about to end the call when—

“Fine. A restaurant. I’ll text you.”

“Good enough.”

“Goodbye, Charlie.”

“Bye.” This time I ended the call for real.

Another ten minutes had passed. What was going on with Roy? Before I could enter the office once more, though, my phone buzzed again.

This time it was Lacey.

“Hello?” I said, probably sounding more exasperated than I should have to my boss.

“Hey, Charlie,” she said. “Sorry to bother you on Friday night.”