64

LINDEN

“Why do you wanna talk to me alone?”

“About what you asked Sax to do.” He took something from his jacket. It was an envelope. “Sorry, I just made the copy to be discreet. The original is at Osmium.”

“What did you find?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary, or I just missed something. She works in an expert marketing service, just like everyone, she came and left. She has a kid, a boy. Don’t worry. He’s not yours. He’s mixed.”

“Of course, it’s not mine. I was on tour. When I came back, she was pregnant. What do you mean by mixed?”

“A black father, I guess.”

A Black? But Miles is white. “What else? Did she meet someone or go somewhere after work?”

“Looks like the boy’s father is not in the picture anymore. No child support. She’d dated a man two years ago and worked different jobs within that span, marketing-related. She frequently moved every few months, though, and just moved in two months ago and lived with her son alone in an apartment, with little savings in her bank accoun