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“Who are you?” he said

“I’ for Melissa’s father, but I have nothing to do with him anymore”

He squinted “Why should I believe you?”

“Believe this,” I said, holding up the death record with Melissa’s name on it “I was hired for two reasons: to find Melissa and soedly stole from the company he co-oith Melissa’s father At least that’s what Stuart Blaine told me

“But what really happened was your father was stealing from the Mob And you told hiht?”

As I spoke, the squinty eyes suddenly opened wide He glanced over my shoulder “Maybe you’d better come in”

With that, he turned and walked inside, leaving the door ajar I pushed through and closed it behindarea Across the room, I spied a closed door that could have led to a bedroom or bathroos for a hideout

Kandinsky slunk toward a cushiony sofa and dropped onto it Froht I’d come from the IRS to audit him

I took a seat in a coo any further, what is your first name?”

He looked at me with suspicion all over his face

“Come on,” I said “It’s not a trick question”

The look softened “David,” he answered The challenging edge had left his voice

“Take my advice, David,” I said “Don’t take up poker And consider leaving the country”

He scowled “I have nothing to worry about”

“Is that because you made a deal to split the money your dad stole? With the people he stole it from?”