with the other family members that have passed on.â
Her chin lifted a fraction. âI said I work mostly on missing-person cases, Lex. I didnât say I worked on those types of cases exclusively.â
Geraldine eased forward in her chair. âUnfortunately, my daughters Nicci and Mercedes couldnât be here this evening. But theyâre agreeable to what I decide, and Lex has promised to keep them informed. They, like Lex, have had doubts about their fatherâs death. But none of them wanted to voice them out loud.â
He grimaced as though the whole subject was something he didnât want to ponder. âWell, hell, Mom, weâve all had our doubts. But I want to believe the police. They concluded that a heart attack contributed to his drowning. The police and county coroner made a ruling. Why canât you accept their findings? What can Christina do that theyâve not already done?â
Geraldine swallowed down the last of her drink and set her glass aside. âIâll tell you what. She can look into all the weird things that were going on just before your father died.â
Lex drew his feet back to him and sat up in his chair. âI was living right here at home at the time, and I donât recall anything that weird going on. Dad was a little stressed out, but we all get like that at one time or another,â he reasoned.
Geraldine sighed as she darted a glance at Christina, then her son. âLex, when Paulâs accident happened, I tried to tell you and your sisters that all had not been right with your father. Something was troubling him. I tried to get him to tell me what was going on, but he always gave me evasive replies and danced around my questions. That was totally out of character for Paul. I have no idea if his odd behavior had any connection to his death, but now with Wolfe wanting me to become a part of his life, I need to know what your father was doing and why. I donât want anything from the past to hurt Wolfeâs chances for the future.â
Lex was clearly disturbed by his motherâs remarks, and for a moment, Christina expected him to jump to his feet and stalk off the porch. Instead, he thrust a frustrated hand through his hair.
âSurely you canât think that Dad was doing anything wrong!â
The older woman held her palms upward in a gesture that asked her son to understand. âLex, I believe your father was an honest man until the day he died. But something was going on in his life that we didnât know about. Thatâs why Iâve hired Christina. To figure it all out.â
This seemed to trouble Lex even more, and he left his chair to pace back and forth in front of his mother. âDamn it, Mother, I understand that there are loose ends to Dadâs life that youâd like to have explained. But I canât see the point in digging up something that is just downright painful. It wonât bring Dad back. Nothing can. Now if youâll excuse me, Iâm going to go see if Cook has supper ready.â
Before Christina or Geraldine could say a word, he left the porch and entered the house.
With a weary sigh, Geraldine dropped her head in her hand. âIâm sorry, Christina. Before I hired you, Lex tried to dissuade me. He believes itâs better to let sleeping dogs lie. But now that youâre hereâ¦heâll accept my choice to find the truth. Just be patient with him.â
Despite her calm demeanor, Christina could see that the woman was upset by her sonâs reluctant attitude.
Rising from her chair, Christina moved close enough to lay a reassuring hand on the matriarchâs shoulder. âDonât worry, Geraldine. Iâm sure your son is a reasonable person. Heâll eventually understand that you and your whole family deserve to know the real truth of Paulâs situation at the time of his death.â
Smiling wanly, Geraldine nodded. âIâd better go have a