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many girls in his youth good enough for him either. Of course, considering the girls he had picked…“Vanessa?” he probed gently.
    â€œVanessa Weeks, one of his classmates. They’d been dating for almost a year, but they broke up last month. I don’t know why, actually, because I had the feeling Jonathan still cared for her.”
    â€œMaybe it was her idea.”
    â€œI don’t think so.” Mrs. Blair drew her brows together. “She called here one night a few weeks ago looking for him, and we talked. She seemed very fond of him. Said he was shutting her out, and she was very worried about him. I’d say she was upset, but certainly not angry. Jonathan is so nice he’s hard to get mad at.” She looked rueful. “Something else he gets from his father.”
    â€œWhere is his father?”
    â€œVancouver. Jonathan hasn’t seen him in some time.” Her voice was flat, but she reddened slightly, and Green sensed a surge of hidden feeling. Bitterness? Fear? Or something else.
    â€œMrs. Blair, do you have any enemies, anyone who might want to send you a warning or punish you for something?”
    â€œPunish me?” Her eyes widened as the connection hit her.
    â€œYou’re thinking of Jonathan’s father? Ridiculous. Henry adored Jonathan, would lay down his life for him. I am by farthe less important person in Henry’s life.”
    Something else, Green decided. Maybe regret. He filed the observation away. “How about other enemies? Disgruntled business associates, psychotic artists?”
    A shadow passed over her face, gone before he was even sure it was there. She squared her shoulders and jutted out her chin. “Sure, I have enemies. You can’t deal in money without angering someone. Peter Weiss handles them.”
    â€œAnyone threaten you? Threaten your family?”
    She scowled, the softness of a moment ago quite gone. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, Inspector. I can be abrasive, but no one hates me that much.”
    â€œBelieve me, Mrs. Blair, there are all kinds of nuts out there. Would Mr. Weiss even bother to tell you?”
    Her eyes hardened, and she stared at him for a moment. Then colour suffused her face. “If he didn’t, there would be hell to pay.”
    Weiss hustled back into the room, paper in hand. Green had heard no footsteps approaching on the marble and wondered if Weiss had been listening at the door all this time.
    â€œPeter!” she snapped. “Have there been any threats against Jonathan that you haven’t told me about?”
    Weiss stopped in his tracks. “Certainly not, Marianne. Our investigators don’t tell me all the details, of course—”
    â€œBullshit!”
    Weiss coloured. “But I’m sure anything as important as that—”
    Mrs. Blair swung on him, eyes blazing. The fighter had returned. “I want you to tell this officer everything! If I find out you’re withholding information that he needs to find my son’s killer, you’ll be pumping gas in Flin Flon!”
    The sight of Weiss’ face was repayment enough for thepompous aide’s earlier disdain, and Green was hard put to keep a smile off his own. Returning to more neutral ground, he spent ten minutes trying to trace Jonathan’s movements on the three days before his death. He learned that Marianne Blair knew very little about her son’s daily life, a discovery which distressed her but did not surprise him. How much had he let his own mother know about his activities in the years before she died?
    Afterwards, Weiss showed him upstairs so that he could search Jonathan’s room. It took little time. The small room contained nothing but a single bed, dresser, desk, computer and shelves and shelves of books. His closet held a modest collection of conservative but expensive leisure clothes, as well as two dress suits and a Harris tweed sports coat. His desk