Discovering Duncan. Mary Wilson Anne

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      She finally stood to face him. “Just get him to come back to L.A.?”

      “He comes back and you can get your law degree.”

      He didn’t care that she knew he’d had her investigated. “That’s an interesting offer,” she said.

      “If you do this successfully, maybe when you pass the California bar exam, there’ll be a place for you around here.”

      She didn’t try to stop the smile that came at his words. He’d obviously just looked into her financial needs and didn’t know what she was going to law school for. “That sounds enticing, sir, and I appreciate the thought, but I’m going to specialize in criminal law.”

      The old man burst into a guffaw of laughter. “Damn, maybe we could use you anyway,” he said.

      “You never know,” she murmured.

      He turned from her to go around and drop back down onto his leather chair. He reached for a box that had been on the desk since she arrived. “Here’s everything you’ll need to know about Duncan. His connections, relationships, interests, his business background, pictures.”

      “How about credit cards?”

      “Helen made a list for you and it’s in there.”

      “Money?”

      “I don’t know what he took, but he has access through his accounts. Helen put that information in there, too.”

      “Has he made any business connections since he left?”

      “No.”

      “Where did he live when he was in L.A.?”

      “He was in the Edge Water Towers off of Wilshire.”

      A moneyed area. “Owned or rented?”

      “Owned, but he leased it out when he left for a year.”

      “Through whom?”

      “The agent who deals with those units.” He gave her the name, and she wrote it down in her notebook.

      “Did he live there alone?”

      “When he wanted to. But he’s seldom wanted to.” His eyes narrowed. “Ms. Carter, my son likes women. He’s seldom without a woman, and if he is, it’s his choice.” He deliberately let his eyes flicker over her, then back to meet her gaze. “As I said, do anything you need to do to get his attention and get him back here.” He smiled slightly and it had the power to unnerve her. “Do we understand each other?”

      She understood and it made her vaguely sick. No wonder he’d asked for a woman. The man thought that seduction was all part of the package. It wasn’t. “Of course,” she said. “I understand. Is he married, divorced, involved?”

      “No, no and no. He had a girlfriend, Adrianna Barr, but that’s a thing of the past. She took a walk when he did.”

      She’d heard of the woman, a society brat from all that she’d read about her, the daughter of a wealthy banker. She’d even seen pictures of the socialite out and about at society parties. Very blond, very pretty, very pale, very thin and very rich. And he thought she, Lauren, could seduce his son into coming back here? Wrong again.

      She wasn’t any Adrianna Barr. If D. R. Bishop had bothered to really look at her, he’d see that even though she was tall enough, she wasn’t pale, she wasn’t skinny and she didn’t have long blond hair. And she sure as heck wasn’t rich.

      Lauren was tanned, always was, winter or summer, with a generous amount of freckles. She had curves that refused to give her that popular boyish look in stylish clothes, and her hair was deep auburn, bordering on red, cut short and feathered around her face. On top of that, she had no society connections and her bank balance was laughable.

      “Okay,” she murmured, making a show of writing something in her notebook. He wouldn’t know she was writing “Fat chance” in cursive, then underlining it. She closed the book and looked back at the man, barely able to hide her distaste. But she managed to. “Anything else you can think of?”

      “No,” D.R. said as he held the box out to her.

      She pushed her notebook into her purse, then put the strap over her shoulder and took the box, a bit surprised at how heavy it was. “Is there any family he’d go visit?”

      D.R. shook his head. “None. He’s an only child and his mother’s been gone ten years.”

      She held the box to her middle. “Any gut feelings about where he’d go, what he’d do?”

      He shook his head again. “No.”

      “In the entire six months there’s been no contact?”

      “Not directly.”

      “What does that mean?”

      He motioned to the box. “It’s all in there. My people found him in Dallas and he took off.”

      “They can’t find him again?”

      “They could, but he’d just leave again. That’s why I need you. He won’t know a thing, until you work your magic.” He smiled at her, as if to ingratiate himself with her. “And my instincts tell me you can do it.”

      She made herself nod and say, “I’ll do my best,” then ask, “How do you want the updates? Daily, weekly…?”

      “Once.”

      “Excuse me?”

      “Just call me when he’s on his way home.”

      “That’s it?”

      “Unless you blow it, then file your report, let your boss bill me and that’s that.”

      She paused. “Sir, one more thing?”

      “Of course.”

      “He ran away, like some teenager. I don’t get it.”

      “He didn’t. He left. He cut off everything, and he left. He told me he’d never be back, and I won’t accept that. This is where he belongs. He’s my only heir, the person who takes over when I’m gone. I need him back here.”

      She had the feeling that his last sentence was his most truthful. He needed his son back with him. Not only for professional reasons but because he missed him. “Okay, Mr. Bishop,” she said. “I’ll be in touch.”

      She carried the box down to the parking garage level and got into her car, an unmemorable blue compact. She put the box on the passenger seat, opened it and reached СКАЧАТЬ