help, but Kane was busy typing on his laptop again. Court gave up with a shake of his head. “Is that all you found out about Skye?”
“It seems Ms. Parrish came from a family with big connections. Her mother came from money, and her father was the CEO of a plastics corporation. She was born in New York, but the family made their permanent home in Nassau,” Kane answered.
Riley walked to the sink and rinsed out a cup to load in the dishwasher. “I’d like to know why she left the cushy life. If her parents had that kind of money, why not use it?”
“They’re dead.”
Kane’s statement had Court frowning. “When and how?”
“Her first year at UCLA.” Kane leaned forward, his brow furrowed as his gaze scanned the computer screen. “I can’t get to the police report, but the newspaper article states there was a car accident. Mr. Parrish was driving and the car flipped, going into the ocean. Both of Skye’s parents were killed.”
Riley stood next to Kane. “How tragic.”
“It also appears the Parrishs didn’t have as much money as they let on. All of their properties, cars, jewels, and most of their belongings had to be sold to cover their debt after their death.”
Court couldn’t imagine having that kind of money and then losing it. It made him look at Skye Parrish differently.
“That’s about it, at least from what I could dig up,” Kane said.
Court didn’t believe that for a minute. “There’s more. There’s always more.”
“That’s what I’m for,” Riley said. “I’ll suss it out of her quick enough.”
Kane looked up from the computer screen. “No doubt you will, Riley, but don’t trust her. She’s looking for a story. Any story.”
“Heard. Loud and clear.”
Court stood. “Time’s a wastin’. Let’s get moving. The sooner we find Skye Parrish, the sooner we can figure out what she’s looking for.”
Kane closed the laptop and got to his feet. “I think we should let Riley take the lead. You and I will hang back and observe.”
“Sure.”
The three left Kane’s apartment. As soon as they reached the streets, Riley went ahead of them. They were staying in the French Quarter. If Skye wanted to find something, that’s the place she would look.
Riley was about fifty steps in front of them. As he kept his eye on her, Court wondered how long it would take for the remaining Chiasson brothers to realize that Beau had found his sister weeks ago and was keeping it from the rest of them.
If Court were in their shoes, he would be furious. Then again, Beau was looking out for his sister. He knew she was safe. That was the only reason he hadn’t told his brothers.
What Riley didn’t know was that Solomon and Beau talked every week. As long as Beau was getting regular reports on his sister, he would keep his mouth shut about where she was.
All Court could hope for was that Riley never found out what Solomon was doing. If she did, she might leave and then no one would know where she was. Given that she was a Chiasson with a need to fight the supernatural in her blood, she could get herself into all kinds of trouble.
“What’s got you all sour?” Kane asked.
Court jerked his chin to Riley. “Her.”
“We are some kind of blessed not to have had a sister.” Kane blew out a long breath. “I can’t imagine growing up with one. Riley is blood, but I didn’t have to watch her growing up while keeping her away from the monsters – and men.”
Court cut him a look. “Do you think it’ll be any better if Myles and Addison ever have a daughter?”
“Oh shit. You just had to make me think of that.” Kane gave a firm shake of his head. “I’m never having kids. Ever. Or a wife. I don’t need that kind of constant worry and strain.”
Court was nodding in agreement. Life was hard enough as a LaRue. Adding a female into the mix only complicated things further.
Myles had gotten lucky with Addison. Solomon...he hadn’t been so fortunate. He knew firsthand the