so she was the one.â
âYou state you didnât know her, so weâll stick with your brother for now. Did he owe anyone money?â
âHe always paid back his debts. Heâd tap the trust, or our father, his mother, meâbut he always paid back his debts.â
âWhere did he get his drugs?â
âI have no idea.â
âHe traveled to Italy last month, went through London for several days, then into Paris before coming back to New York. Do you know anything about that travel?â
âNo. For work, maybe? His mother lives in London. He wouldâve gone to see her. I think our half sister Giselleâs in Paris.â
âYou have their contact information?â
âYes. Iâll get it to you. He was unconscious?â
For a moment Fine softened. âYes. The medical examinerâs findings state he was unconscious when he died. Just a few more questions.â
Lila kept her silence while they asked questions, while Ash struggled to answer. She walked them out when they were doneâfor now, she supposed. Then she went back, sat.
âDo you want another glass of wine, or some water? Maybe that coffee?â
âNo, thanks, no. I . . . No, I need to go. I need to make some calls.And . . . thank you.â He got to his feet. âIâm sorry this . . . landed on you. Thank you.â
She shook her head, then went with her gut again and moved in, wrapping her arms around him for a hug. She felt his hands come lightly, carefully, to her back before she stepped away. âIf thereâs something I can do, call. I mean it.â
âYeah, I can see you do.â He took her hand a moment, held it a moment, then released it and walked to the door.
She stood alone, grieving for him, and certain sheâd never see him again.
Five
A sh stood in front of the apartment building with his hands in his pockets. Until that moment he hadnât realized just how much he didnât want to go in. Some part of him had known it, he decidedâand that part had called a friend.
Beside him, Luke Talbot mimicked his pose.
âYou could wait for his mother to get in.â
âI donât want her to have to deal with it. Sheâs a fucking wreck. Letâs just get it done. Cops are waiting.â
âA sentence nobody likes to hear.â
Ash approached the doorman, stated his business, showed his ID to keep it smooth and simple.
âVery sorry about your brother, sir.â
âAppreciate that.â And was already weary of hearing it. For the past two days heâd made countless calls to countless people, heard every possible variation of condolence.
âWeâll go have a beer when this is done,â Luke suggested as they rode up to the fourteenth floor.
âI hear that. Look, I know Olympiaâs going to want to go throughall of his things. I figured maybe Iâd cull it all down some. She wouldnât know the difference, and it might not be as hard on her.â
âLet her decide, Ash. Youâre taking on enoughâand how the hell would you know if you cull out the sweater she gave him for Christmas?â
âYeah, yeah, youâre right.â
âThatâs why Iâm here.â Luke stepped off the elevator with Ash, a man with broad shoulders, strong arms, big hands. He stretched to six feet, four inches, had a curling mass of brown hair streaked from the sun and falling over the collar of a plain white T-shirt. He hooked his sunglasses in the waistband of his jeans, took a quick scan of the hallway with eyes of arctic blue.
âQuiet,â he commented.
âYeah, I bet they have a noise ordinance in this place. They probably have an ordinance for everything.â
âRules and more. Not everybody can afford to buy a whole damn building so he doesnât have rules or neighbors.â
âItâs a small building.â Ash hesitated at the door,