“He had to make it look good. However, he was more afraid of using the brush in case some of the hairs didn’t match. What type of hair colors did you find?” asks Myles.
“We found deep brown and an auburn red.”
“Not, too much of a difference,” I say. “Yeah, he probably thought they would blend in and nobody would pay any attention.”
“He cared more about where to place the clothes and sneakers. That bed had to look like he slept in it, so he puts on Alan’s t-shirts and shorts and lies down in the bed, but not in the right spot for the entire night. Our creeper knows he cannot stay the entire night, and dresses to prepare to leave by the same staircase he came up,” states Myles.
“He waited until around three or four in the morning when the rest of the household is sleeping well. Remember, this is a confident man but he creeps his way to the front door, using the key to leave the door and slips away into the night,” I say.
“What a way to do it,” she remarks.
“Yes, and it was planned too. Once we get the DNA results back, it’s solved and you’re done,” says Myles glancing over at me as he drives down the highway.
“Nope, we have got to find this guy too,” I say.
“Thank you, we’ll talk soon,” says Myles hanging up the phone. “What are you talking about?”
“I need to hunt down the connection between my household and our neighbors with Alan York. Even look more into the Ray-Bans sunglasses too.”
Myles made a smirk. “I guess I owe you that much. I will keep up my pursuit and let you take a back seat, Aleta. Relax a little, your grandmother is free and clear. Let’s grab a bite to eat because I’m hungry.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
ALEC
Another private club luncheon with my dad, the well-respected, Mr. Art Weathers, today where he instructs me on the company ins and outs. I have to be ready to take over when the time comes. Our investments run the show and if they don’t perform well, we’re through.
I’m not focused on the company though. Low has me all concerned with Aleta Saunders and I don’t even know the true reason behind his obsession with her. Sure, she is cute as hell, with a banging body to match, but her attitude is not pleasant. She hangs around with Katelyn McNeil, the tallest girl at GA, how weird does she have to be to want to be seen with a giraffe every day.
“An old colleague will joining us today, son”
We’re seated at a table and given menus when Shelby Laceson walks up to their table.
“I have not seen you at the matches lately,” said Shelby. “The job keeping you too busy for the league?”
“At times,” replies my dad. “I try to get to as many of my son’s games as I can, too. So, that takes some of my time. Glad you could join us?”
“Sure, I was just here for a quick lunch with a colleague yesterday, but I can get another of coffee with you all today.”
The waiter came over to the table. “Will be joining them, sir?”
“Yes, just bring me a cup of coffee, please,” says Shelby. “I don’t mind watching them eat as long as the conversation is just as good.”
The table receives our orders and the conversation begins with the goings-on of the coastline until Dad decides to turn the talk into the direction of finances.
“I guess you’re out here helping all of the important folks with the substantial bucks.”
“Yes, I have quite a few big clients,” answers Shelby. “Now, that York’s gone missing, they’re calling me up trying to make sure all of their ducks are lined in a row.”
“Are they?” Dad asks.
“Oh yeah.”
“What do you think happened to York?” I asked curious to know what he thinks.
“I don’t have the slightest idea,” Shelby replies. “Maybe he was dragged into the ocean by the dolphins, that’s my guess.”
“It could happen or he could be somewhere by himself for once,” suggested Dad. “The wealthy like to do that sometimes, you know. Some of these guys are real eccentrics.”
“I don’t see York doing that,” says Shelby placing his elbows on the table and folding his arms down. “Nope, not at all. This man cares about his family and he loves his children with all of the love he could give them. He is an everyday and easy-going guy. He knows what he’s doing in business, but he wouldn’t do his business if you know what I mean. Old Wright is having a fit about his disappearance though.”
“I haven’t heard of Wright. Who is this Wright person?” asked Dad as he places his fork down on the plate.
“He’s this older investor in York’s company. They were supposed to discuss some creative ways to get around the dipping stocks before the big meeting with the shareholders to stop a takeover.”
“Who’s wants to run the takeover?” I attempt to appear like I know what they’re talking about.
“A new guy that moved down here from New York a few months ago by the name of Mark Marion. He has new ideas for the company or he’s been telling everybody he does. You never know what to believe with these guys.”
“Wright doesn’t want to lose his investment, does he?” I ask.
“Wright is not the one with the genius, it’s York. He’s the brains behind the closed doors. He could cast Marion out if he wants to and shoot down all of his ideas. He has the leverage to reign him in.”
“I think I’ve heard of Mark Marion before,” says Dad. “He is the owner of a new gym in West Palm Beach too, and wears a beard, I think.”
“No, he doesn’t own a gym, unless he bought one recently, that I don’t know about. You must have him confused with another guy. He could stand to work
