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customer at ease. I'd been in this man's company thirty seconds or less and I'd already developed an aversion to him.
    I perched on the edge of a club chair with a wide, sunken seat. The leather surface was slippery and I had to fight a tendency to skid backward into the depths. As a child, I used to polish the trailer park sliding board to lightning-fast speeds by vigorous rubbings with sheets of Cut-Rite waxed paper. The glossy leather cushion had the same slick feel to it. To avoid losing traction, I had to keep my weight pitched forward, feet together and flat on the floor.
    Bennet settled into the chair to my left with a series of creakings. "I understand you're a private investigator," he said.
    "That's right. I've been licensed for ten years. I was a police officer before that. What about you? What sort of work do you do?"
    "I'm into venture capital. I look for promising little companies with cash-flow problems."
    And drain them dry, no doubt. "Sounds like fun," I remarked.
    "It's gratifying. Let's put. it that way." His voice had dropped into a confidential tone. "I take it you met with Don?"
    "That's right. I talked to him earlier this afternoon."
    He shook his head almost imperceptibly. "Did he mention the missing will?"
    "Tasha told me about that when she was briefing me at lunch," I said. Vaguely, I wondered why he was raising the subject. The existence of a second will was really not my concern. "I guess your brother lucked out," I said.
    He snorted. "I'll tell you what bugs me. I remember when Dad signed the second will. I can picture the day just as clear as I'm sitting here. Dad's attorney and two witnesses came out to the house."
    "Well, that's interesting. Do you remember who they were?"
    "The witnesses? Two women. I remember that much. I assumed they worked for the attorney, but I may have made that up. They weren't personal friends of Dad's as far as I know. The four of them came in here and emerged maybe half an hour later."
    "Have you told Tasha about this?"
    "I mentioned I was here the day the second will was signed. I can't remember now if I mentioned witnesses or not."
    "I'd tell her, if I were you. She may find a way to determine who they were. From what I've heard, no one disputes the fact that a second will was drawn up, but was it signed in your presence? Were you apprised of the provisions?"
    "Well, I wasn't in the room with him if that's what you're getting at. Dad referred to it later, but he never spelled it out. The question is, what happened to it?"
    I shrugged. "Your father could have changed his mind. He could have torn it up and tossed it out."
    Bennet stirred restlessly. "So everyone says, though I'm not convinced. It's an interesting issue, if you think about it. I mean, look at the facts. The will comes up missing and the black sheep of the family makes out like a bandit. Dad signed it in March and Guy left within days."
    "You're saying your brother stole it?"
    "I'm saying, why not? I wouldn't put it past him. He stole everything else."
    "But what good would that do? Even if he snitched a copy, the attorney probably kept the original. Once Guy was gone, he had no way of knowing your father wasn't going to turn around and make another will just like it. Or write a third will altogether. From what Donovan's told me, your father was good at talking tough and not so good when it came to follow-through."
    He shook his head and his expression was patronizing. "True enough. That's why I'm going back through all of Dad's personal papers. It's not that we want to deny Guy any monies he may be entitled to, but this is bullshit in my opinion. He collected his share once. Dad had the second will drawn up with every intention of eliminating Guy's claim. That's why he gave him the cash to begin with – to pay him off in full. I heard him allude to it many times over the years. As far as he was concerned, the ten grand he gave my brother was the end of it."
    "Well, I wish I could help, but this is