Caroline says as she navigates her way through the city. I’m grateful she didn’t mind bringing me back to the condo, as I really had no desire to listen to Beck have it out with his dad. By him not having revealed the full truth to his son, he made him look at the least a fool—at the worst a murderer—by letting him be blindsided by the cops. The fucker should have told Beck the cops were asking about it. That would have given Beck a better opportunity to be able to address those motive concerns by the police. “So what do you think your brother and dad are talking about?” I ask curiously from the passenger seat. Caroline drives a late-model four-door sedan. It’s clean and in good condition, but certainly not the car of a daughter of millionaires. And yet she doesn’t seem to give two fucks about losing out on all that money. One of the reasons I like her so much. “Well, I suppose the conversation will be short and to the point. Beck won’t entertain discussion about our mother.
