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land speed records for blowing her trust fund. She's developed a yen for the West Palm Beach club scene, a habit of falling in with not-so-rising rock stars and taking them and their bands on pricey little side trips to Aspen or LA or wherever the spirit and her bank card move her. Usually she shows up again a few days later, her trust fund depleted by one to two hundred thou, and in total denial over the fact that she's been used. After resting and repenting for a few weeks, she starts the cycle all over again."
     
    Man. Eve hadn't realized it had gotten that bad. Still, if that was Tiffany's MO of late it just generated more questions. "If Edwards knows what she's up to, then why did he hire you? If she runs true to form, he must figure that she'll show up eventually."
     
    "He hired me because this time things are different. This time she's been out of contact for much longer than usual and her bank account has dropped by close to eight hundred thousand dollars."
     
    A puff of air escaped along with Eve's disbelief. "Eight hundred thousand?"
     
    "At least."
     
    "So Edwards thinks what, then?"
     
    "Same ole same ole. That whoever she's running with figures they latched on to the gravy train and they're riding it for all it's worth. They're using her for their fun while the neglected little rich girl is lookin' for love in all the wrong places, that sort of thing."
     
    Sadly, it may come down to that. Tiffany was the product of an aloof, eccentric self-made billionaire and a socialite mother who had divorced Clayborne when Tiff was only six. The former Mrs. Money had then had the bad fortune to die, the victim of a car accident, barely a year after she'd gone wheels up and taken a healthy portion of the Clayborne fortune with her.
     
    Tiff had moved home with Daddy Dearest. According to what Tiff had told her during those several months Eve had spent with her on protection detail and according to what she'd seen herself, Clayborne wasn't exactly father of the year material. Eve had seen the damage Clayborne's emotional and physical distance had done to Tiffany. She may have been there to provide Tiffany with protection, but more often than not, she'd played the role of surrogate parent. At the very least, big sister.
     
    "Clayborne's no longer willing to let her get by with these little road trips," McClain continued. "He's pissed. Doesn't want her ruining her life hanging with trash rockers. Doesn't want her losing the portfolio he built for her. Per Edwards, Daddy's fed up with—how'd he say it?—'her reckless spending and flagrant disregard for decorum.'"
     
    Eve conceded that McClain's explanation was plausible, but still... "Why isn't Clayborne using his own security staff to find her? Why, with the resources at hand to have his own people look for her, did he hire you?"
     
    He lifted his coffee, swallowed. "I asked the same thing. The answer was, 'Tiffany can be very manipulative, especially where her father's employees are concerned'. Apparently Edwards and Clayborne discussed several options and decided an outside firm would be better suited to finding her. And the sooner the better. The necessity for discretion was brought up several times. Clayborne doesn't want her latest stunt making the papers. The tabloids have been having too much of a field day with her exploits lately."
     
    "And what if it's not an exploit? What if this isn't fun and games?"
     
    His dark brows furrowed. "You're really worried that something's happened to her?"
     
    "Yeah," she said, nodding slowly, thinking of last night's attack and the bombing tonight. She had nothing—nothing but the phone call that was sounding more and more like a fake—to give her reason to think that what was happening to her somehow involved Tiffany. "I think I'm really worried."
     
    He leaned forward over the booth, his coffee mug cupped between his big hands. 'Tell you what. If I were you, cupcake, I think I'd be more worried about things that go