when Lexie was seated.
She should have guessed that Trey would be concerned about protecting the
interests of his old friend’s grandson. “I met him a month ago at a wedding in
Lexington, but we’ve both agreed it’s nothing serious. You don’t have to worry
I’m a gold-digger.”
“I wasn’t worried about that.”
Maybe he was worried about Ben’s feelings. “If I were using Ben to get
his grandfather to help with my writing, I wouldn’t have bothered coming here
after he died,” Lexie added. “In case you’ve heard I’m a writer.”
“I hadn’t,” he said. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if you inherited your
aunt’s talent, in addition to her eyes.”
CHAPTER 8
Lexie blinked the eyes in question. “What are you talking about?”
“I suspected who you were when I met you,” Trey said. “You really do have
your aunt’s eyes. When I googled your law firm and saw your photo, I knew I was
right.”
Denying it would clearly be futile. “Did you know Aunt Jessica well?”
Lexie asked.
“Fairly well. I was usually around when she came here to visit Max. She
was a charming, talented, beautiful lady. I can see why Max loved her.” Trey
idly tapped his pen on his legal pad. “My only question is why you’re
pretending to be Ben’s girlfriend. If I had to guess, I’d say it was because
Ben isn’t satisfied that Max’s death was an accident and contacted you about it
and the earlier attempts on Max’s life.”
Lexie thought for a moment, chewing her lower lip. Ben didn’t want Trey
to know what they were doing out of fear he might give them away, not because he
was a suspect. And Trey might be able to help. He’d worked for Max for a long
time and knew the family. He’d also be anxious to see his best friend’s killer
brought to justice.
“Actually, Max contacted me,” Lexie admitted, then explained about the
letter.
When she’d finished, Trey’s mouth twisted wryly. “Max always knew what
buttons to push.”
“I’m not going along with it just because of my duty as a lawyer,” Lexie
said. “It’s also because Aunt Jessica would have wanted me to do it. And
because I liked Max and owed him a lot.”
“I can certainly understand that. Max was my best friend for more than
thirty years.” Trey shook his head. “I’m still having trouble believing he’s
gone.”
“He’s lucky to have had you,” Lexie said. “He always told me that
anything to do with money and numbers bored him so much that without you, he’d
have been out on the streets for failure to pay his bills.”
“True.” Trey smiled faintly. “Not that I could ever understand the
sentiment, especially when you’ve got as much money as Max had, but then I’m an
accountant.”
Lexie laughed. “I never got it, either, but Aunt Jessica was the same
way. I think it’s one of those left-brain things that affects exceptionally
talented artists.” Then something Trey had said earlier hit her. “You knew about
the prior attempts on Max’s life?”
Trey nodded. “I was at Easter dinner when he had what he claimed was a
gallbladder attack. A few days later his doctor asked me if Max honestly would
have taken poison for a book, which is apparently how Max explained the poison.
Bill and I play poker together every Thursday, and he was worried Max might be
losing it. He didn’t mention the kind of poison, so I assumed it was something
mild and reassured the good doctor that Max was completely sane and probably
had done it for a book. Max could get a little fanatic about his writing.”
“What about the shooting?”
Trey pursed his lips. “I didn’t know about that until Max showed me the
tabloid article about it. Then I started questioning whether Max really had taken the poison intentionally. I didn’t feel I could ask him about it since
Bill had probably violated some medical privacy law mentioning it to me,
although he’d assumed Max had already told me the truth. So I told Max I didn’t
believe
She should have guessed that Trey would be concerned about protecting the
interests of his old friend’s grandson. “I met him a month ago at a wedding in
Lexington, but we’ve both agreed it’s nothing serious. You don’t have to worry
I’m a gold-digger.”
“I wasn’t worried about that.”
Maybe he was worried about Ben’s feelings. “If I were using Ben to get
his grandfather to help with my writing, I wouldn’t have bothered coming here
after he died,” Lexie added. “In case you’ve heard I’m a writer.”
“I hadn’t,” he said. “But I wouldn’t be surprised if you inherited your
aunt’s talent, in addition to her eyes.”
CHAPTER 8
Lexie blinked the eyes in question. “What are you talking about?”
“I suspected who you were when I met you,” Trey said. “You really do have
your aunt’s eyes. When I googled your law firm and saw your photo, I knew I was
right.”
Denying it would clearly be futile. “Did you know Aunt Jessica well?”
Lexie asked.
“Fairly well. I was usually around when she came here to visit Max. She
was a charming, talented, beautiful lady. I can see why Max loved her.” Trey
idly tapped his pen on his legal pad. “My only question is why you’re
pretending to be Ben’s girlfriend. If I had to guess, I’d say it was because
Ben isn’t satisfied that Max’s death was an accident and contacted you about it
and the earlier attempts on Max’s life.”
Lexie thought for a moment, chewing her lower lip. Ben didn’t want Trey
to know what they were doing out of fear he might give them away, not because he
was a suspect. And Trey might be able to help. He’d worked for Max for a long
time and knew the family. He’d also be anxious to see his best friend’s killer
brought to justice.
“Actually, Max contacted me,” Lexie admitted, then explained about the
letter.
When she’d finished, Trey’s mouth twisted wryly. “Max always knew what
buttons to push.”
“I’m not going along with it just because of my duty as a lawyer,” Lexie
said. “It’s also because Aunt Jessica would have wanted me to do it. And
because I liked Max and owed him a lot.”
“I can certainly understand that. Max was my best friend for more than
thirty years.” Trey shook his head. “I’m still having trouble believing he’s
gone.”
“He’s lucky to have had you,” Lexie said. “He always told me that
anything to do with money and numbers bored him so much that without you, he’d
have been out on the streets for failure to pay his bills.”
“True.” Trey smiled faintly. “Not that I could ever understand the
sentiment, especially when you’ve got as much money as Max had, but then I’m an
accountant.”
Lexie laughed. “I never got it, either, but Aunt Jessica was the same
way. I think it’s one of those left-brain things that affects exceptionally
talented artists.” Then something Trey had said earlier hit her. “You knew about
the prior attempts on Max’s life?”
Trey nodded. “I was at Easter dinner when he had what he claimed was a
gallbladder attack. A few days later his doctor asked me if Max honestly would
have taken poison for a book, which is apparently how Max explained the poison.
Bill and I play poker together every Thursday, and he was worried Max might be
losing it. He didn’t mention the kind of poison, so I assumed it was something
mild and reassured the good doctor that Max was completely sane and probably
had done it for a book. Max could get a little fanatic about his writing.”
“What about the shooting?”
Trey pursed his lips. “I didn’t know about that until Max showed me the
tabloid article about it. Then I started questioning whether Max really had taken the poison intentionally. I didn’t feel I could ask him about it since
Bill had probably violated some medical privacy law mentioning it to me,
although he’d assumed Max had already told me the truth. So I told Max I didn’t
believe
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