to his dad. The breath he had been holding rushed out all at once. âI donât think my dad had a heart attack. I think he was murdered.â
Nickâs black eyebrows went up. Jimmy could tell he didnât believe him. Nick was looking at Jimmy with pity.
âHey, I know losing your dad was hard,â Nick said. âEspecially since youâve already lost your mom. But dreaming up stories wonât make it any easier.â
Jimmyâs heart was pounding. He could feel it pumping beneath the Acesâ hockey team polar bear emblem on his T-shirt. âIâm not making it up, Nick. There was a man . . . he came to see my dad the day before he died. I heard them talking in the study, arguing real loud. I donât know what they were fighting about but I know it was bad. The man said, âYou made a mistake, Alex. Now youâre going to pay.ââ
âMaybe they were fighting about business,â Nick said. âBoth of them were angry, so it sounded like the man made a threat.â
Jimmy shook his head. âI think it was business, but the man really meant it. When I went into the study, my dad looked like he was going to throw up. His face was pale and kind of blotchy. He pulled out the bottle of whiskey he kept in a drawer in his desk and filled a glass to the brim. His hands were shaking, he was so scared.â
âHe had a heart attack, Jimmy. There was an autopsy. Maybe the argument triggered it. The stress of his jobâwho knows? You need to deal with the fact your fatherâs gone and nothing you do is going to bring him back. Maybe you should talk to a counselor or something. Iâm sure your school could arrange it.â
Jimmyâs chest was beginning to hurt. Maybe he was going to have a real heart attack instead of a fake one like his dad. âThere are ways to kill people and cover it up, you know. Iâve seen it on TV. They could have poisoned him or something. Youâre a cop. You could find out the truth. I donât want some guy murdering my dad and getting away with it.â
âJimmy . . .â
âAfter the man left, my dad asked me if Iâd heard anything. I lied and said I didnât. Dad said even if I had, I couldnât tell anyone. Not ever. He made me promise. I would have kept my word, too. But not now. Not after they killed him. Please say youâll find the man who did it.â
Nick came out of his chair and Jimmy stood up, too. âIâm not a cop anymore and even if I were, I wouldnât ask them to reopen the case. There isnât any real evidence. You hearing some guy arguing with your dad isnât enough. Iâm sorry, Jimmy. Iâll help you any way I can, but not with this.â
The beat of Jimmyâs heart turned slow and dull. His chest felt heavy. âI was afraid youâd say no.â
Nick set a hand on his shoulder. âSchoolâs back in session. Youâre a good student. Take on an extracurricular project. Or if you donât want that, try out for some sport besides just hockey. Itâll be easier if you keep yourself busy.â
Jimmy said nothing.
âLook, maybe we could go fishing this weekend. What do you say?â
Jimmy swallowed. He wasnât interested in catching fish. He wanted to catch a killer. âYeah, maybe.â Even if Nick wouldnât help, he wasnât going to give up. He was going to find the man who killed his dad. He just wished he knew where to start looking.
Chapter Five
Three weeks had passed since Samanthaâs trip to Vegas. Three short weeks and her entire life had changed.
She blinked and tears trickled down her cheeks. âI donât want to be pregnant. Iâm not ready to be pregnant. We used protection. It was just for fun. This isnât fair.â
It was seven oâclock in the evening. They were sitting in the office she shared with Abby at the back of The Perfect Pup, which was closed for the