Chapter 24

I rested a hand on Mark’s arm and waited for him to relax before I introduced myself. “I’m Quinton Mann.”

One of the men, a little shorter than average height and with light brown hair, came forward, his hand extended. “Mr. Mann, I’m Rushton Dalton. On behalf of my family and our friends…” He gestured toward the four men—two of whom could have passed for twins—and one very pretty young woman who had all risen. “… I’d like to extend our deepest sympathies on the passing of your cousin.”

They all murmured in agreement.

“Thank you. I didn’t have the opportunity to know Heather, but I appreciate your kindness. Joe told me you’d gone up to see her when she was in ICU. I’m sorry, I should have introduced him sooner. This is Joseph Wells, my private investigator. Oh, and my chauffeur, Gilead Ben-David.”

Handshakes were exchanged, and Dalton said, “I’m afraid Mopp and his partner aren’t here yet. Something has apparently come up.”