Private

Job done. Very professional. Very Private.

Very personal too, thought Del Rio.

Jack had loved Shelby-and he loved Jack.

Chapter 122

ALL OF OUR major cases were closed at the moment. At least that was true in the Los Angeles office.

London, Frankfurt, Chicago, and New York were busy, and they were fighting a war in Presti's office in Rome-which was good for the bottom line, though I didn't much care about that.

Our morning meeting in the war room had turned into an ad hoc, standing-room-only, hip-hip-hooray bash. Mo dished up cheesecake, Sci topped up coffee mugs with a jug-size bottle of Bailey's, and Cruz stood close enough to Sci's lab assistant Karen to see down her neckline and into her shoes.

Pressured into saying a few words, Justine took the floor and spoke three syllables: "We got 'em."

The group broke into whooping applause.

Just then, the door opened, and my new assistant, Cody Dawes, slipped in and made his way toward me.

"A Jeanette Colton showed up without an appointment, Jack. She's in reception. What should I do?"

"I'll bring her up to my office," I said. "Get in here, Cody. Get to know people. That's the most important part of your job here."

"Your phones."

"This is why we have voice mail."

I left the war room and found Jeanette Colton sitting off to the side of the reception desk. The last time I'd seen her, she was neatly coiffed and contained, telling me how she and her tennis star husband and the couple down the street wanted to swap partners.

I'd referred her to my old friend Haywood Prentiss, thinking it was too bad we couldn't take the assignment.

As I closed the distance between us, I could see that something was terribly wrong with Jeanette Colton. There was a fresh handprint on her left cheek, and both eyes were swollen and turning black.

Her hand felt like a hook when she grabbed my arm and held on.

"Jack, I have to talk to you. I'm sorry I just showed up like this."

"Jesus, what the hell happened? Let's go upstairs to my office."

Her face twisted, and she started to cry. Suddenly she looked like a little girl.

"I did a bad thing," Jeanette Colton sputtered as we got into the elevator. "I ran Lars over with his Rolls."

"You did what?"

"I ran him down, backed over him too."

"You killed him?"

She shook her head no. "He was swearing at me when I left. I called an ambulance, but I didn't wait for it to come. I need your help, Jack. I need the best."

We got out of the elevator and headed toward my office, lickety-split. Scratch that about all our major cases being solved.

"I'll help you any way I can," I said, opening my door and stepping aside to let Jeanette walk into my office ahead of me.

The door yawned open, and both Jeanette Colton and I did a double take. My twin was sitting in my chair, moccasins up on my desk, a smirk on his face.

Why was he here?

What new load of garbage was he going to dump on me now?

"How is it going in the hero business?" Tommy said. "No need for tears, fair damsel in distress. Jack will straighten everything out for you."

Chapter 123

"I JUST NEED a minute, bro," Tommy said. "And then I'll get out of your way."

I asked Jeanette Colton to take a seat next to Cody's desk and said I'd be right back. Thirty seconds. I closed the door behind me.

"Start talking," I said.

"It's more like show-and-tell," Tommy said, handing me a document from inside a blue folder.

"Get away from my desk," I said.

Tommy snickered, got up, and took a seat in the side chair as I sat down at my desk and unfolded the legal document. I saw Tommy's name and my dad's.

I looked at my brother and said, "Cut to the chase, will you, Junior? My client is in trouble."

"She'll be just fine. I can tell. Anyway, happy to boil it down, twinster. I finished rehab with flying colors and mentioned it to Dad's lawyer. I got big news. And I mean big."

"Dad wasn't our real father? That's a relief."

Tommy laughed. "Oh, he was our real father, all right. And since I successfully completed treatment, I inherit a bunch of money. Fifteen million, Jack. Same as you, I think."

I controlled my expression, but I was shocked. Knowing my father like I did, I figured he was running a Jack-versus-Tommy competition from the grave. The old man was sneaky even in death. Why else hadn't he told me that he'd put money away for Tommy too?

"You know what I'm going to do with my inheritance, Jack? I'm going to expand Private Security. We're going to go global. I have Dad's name, and I think he would want me to whip you. Private Security is going to be bigger and better than Private Investigations. You can count on it."

"Good for you, Tommy. I wish you and your business much success."

I stood up, showing him the door without taking a step. "Thanks for stopping by. Don't let the door hit you on your way out."

But Tommy wasn't done. His smirk broadened.

"I have something else for you," he said. He took a slip of paper out of his breast pocket and handed it over.

It was a check for $600,000, made out to me.

"We're even now, Jack," he said.