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planning to leave him for Clay Carlson, he’s a viable suspect. However, I’m not sure how you feel about implicating your father to save your friend. ” He set his mouth in a grim line and let himself out.
    I locked eyes with Felix. His eyes mirrored back the fear I felt.
    “You don’t think my dad killed her. Do you?”
    I didn’t know how to answer. Pat was the one who’d told me about the menu change. So he knew I’d be making gravy and had had all day to sneak some nuts into it. He also knew that his wife was cheating on him. And he was the one who found Amber’s body. Means, motive, and opportunity. Check, check, check. Add in the fact that he had a mean streak and … well, yeah, as a matter of fact, I did. But, could I really say that to Pat’s son? Even if I was secretly hoping his dad was a murderer because that ugly fact would save my hide?
    “Umm …”
    Pain etched itself across Felix’s taut face. “Really?”
    “I don’t know,” I said miserably. “Do you think it’s completely impossible?”
    “Of course!” he shot back instantly.
    I was about to apologize, when his father came storming down the stairs.
    “Is that blasted cop gone?” Pat demanded.
    “Yes. He just left. Dad, he needs to talk to you.” Felix’s voice was hesitant but determined.
    Pat wheeled around, red-faced. “I’m not talking to the cops, you moron. I have things to do,” he said.
    I shrank into the wall, trying to make myself invisible. Pat had a lot of ire. And if he needed a target, I imagined I’d make a handy one. I shouldn’t have worried about that, though, because he glowered at his son for a moment longer and then stomped toward the back of the house. A moment later the door leading from the house to the garage slammed shut. The engine of Pat’s Mercedes roared to life.
    Felix grabbed my hand and started pulling me along the hallway. “Come on!” he urged.
    “Where are we going?” I asked as I jogged to keep up with him.
    “You wanted to play private investigator, didn’t you? We’re going to follow my dad.”
    “Then what?”
    “I’m going to make him talk to me. The cops are going in the wrong direction—you didn’t kill Amber, but neither did he. We have to get this straightened out.”

8
    I was still trying to buckle my seatbelt when Felix peeled out of the garage. As the Boxster raced down the curvy driveway leading to the canyon road, I gripped the handle of the passenger door and offered up a silent prayer. This was your brilliant idea, I chided myself.
    Against my better judgment, I peeked at the speedometer. “I don’t think it’s going to be helpful if we get pulled over for speeding,” I ventured mildly.
    Felix glanced over at me. “Where’s your sense of adventure, Rosemary?” He flashed me a grin and zoomed toward the electronic gates that fronted his family’s property.
    For a moment I thought we were going to crash into them as they began their oh-so-gradual opening. But he eased off the gas until the gap was just large enough for his sports car to zip through. As he careened out of the driveway and onto the road, I pushed myself back against the seat and closed my eyes.
    After a few moments, I felt the car begin to slow. I opened my eyes and resumed breathing. “Did you decide to take pity on me?”
    “Ha, you wish. I just don’t want Dad to know we’re back here. Going to let him get a little further ahead.” Felix nodded toward the windshield.
    I peered out through the glass and saw taillights winding down the road ahead of us.
    “Don’t let him get so far ahead of you that you lose him.”
    “You sure are demanding.” Felix shook his head at me in frustration. “There’s only one way down out of the canyon. We can give him a little room.”
    We lapsed into silence. I figured the less I distracted him while he navigated the hairpin turns, the better. In the meantime, for the first time since the police had pounded on my door hours earlier, I thought