“Will you find my son, Mister Jones?” Mortimer asked.
“I’ll decide when I’ve got a little more to go on,” Hannibal said, pushing his dark glasses back into place.
“Right,” Mortimer said dropping into the chair Hannibal had occupied before. “What can I do to help you do your job?”
“Well, first you can tell me something about your son, like why he left.”
Camille entered carrying a tray and walked straight to her father-in-law. He took a tall glass from the tray, after which she moved around the room, prompting everyone to a seat by placing a lemonade for them. Hannibal took his glass from its place on the coffee table but chose to stand. His eyes stayed on Mortimer.
“Jacob left my home because I removed him from my will,” Mortimer said. Hannibal saw not a trace of remorse or guilt on his face.
“You cast him out.”
“No, just out of my money,” Mortimer said. “Jacob, his wife and his then unborn son would have been welcome in my home forever. He lost his inheritance because he got another girl pregnant.”
“Ah, yes, the other girl.” Hannibal sipped his lemonade and glared at Lippincott. “Do YOU remember her name, Mister Mortimer?”
“Jacob called her Dolly. I don’t think that was her real name, but rather a nickname. A pet name. Don’t know her real name. Girl looked like a whore. Acted like it too.”
“I see.” Hannibal stepped a bit closer to Mortimer’s chair. “How about some of his friends? People he hung out with?”
A small grimace. “Never knew any of his friends. When he dropped out of George Washington University, he fell in with a bad crowd. Left over left wing drug types.”
“Uh huh. Not much there.” Hannibal gulped the last of his lemonade. Then he moved forward until only inches of gleaming hardwood flooring separated his toes from Mortimer’s. “Where did he go? What were his favorite places to hang out?”
To his credit, Mortimer showed a glimmer of regret now. “Afraid I don’t know any of the places he used to go.”
Hannibal bent to place his now empty glass on the table beside Mortimer’s. His head turned toward Mortimer and his voice dropped almost to a whisper. “Look. This kid we’re talking about. Did you know him at all? Had you met this guy?”
Mortimer’s voice returned to booming. “If I knew where he went, do you think I’d have let him just disappear with my coins?”