“Someone needs to find the killer. What if he’s after me too? Think about Lindy’s accident. She was driving my car. The hit and run driver might have been after me.”

Hank waved an impatient hand. “From what I’ve heard, she was driving too fast and may have been racing the other car.”

“She told me she was careful.”

“You think she’d tell the truth if she was racing? Look, I would appreciate it if you hired a PI and left my dad out of this.”

“All you’re worried about is looking bad for your mayor and rich people like the Brookings family. I’m sure they’ll give you a nice contribution to your next campaign for providing personal attention.”

“I am not elected,” he said through gritted teeth.

“But you are worried about your job and appearances. Isn’t that why you were making such a big deal out of my ‘security arrangement’ with your dad?” It was my turn to hold up the quote fingers.

The coldness that grew in his eyes was like an approaching glacier. “Look, I know what's happening. You’re doing your normal Kimberly crap.”

His harsh words smacked into me like a slap of hard wind to my face. “My what?”

He unloaded on me with the force of a blizzard. “You’re a pampered princess who is so damned used to getting your own way that you can’t handle it when the real world invades your private fantasy life! Well, it’s here, lady, and it’s real. But I won’t stand by and let you hurt my father by getting him involved.”