CHAPTER 17
I TUCKED MY hands between my legs so Nye wouldn’t see them trembling. “What do you mean, Beau didn’t exist?”
“The police can’t find any record of him having a passport, a driver’s licence, a bank account, anything in fact. Your mother paid him in cash. Not sure the taxman would like that.”
“Why don’t you call and tell him?” A little snark crept into my voice.
“Report your mother?”
I slumped back against the pillow. “We haven’t been seeing eye to eye lately. Okay, ever.”
“Not my place to comment on that.”
No, it wasn’t, and I had other things I wanted to discuss. “What do you think about the man with Angie at the party? Have the police found him?”
“They’re not looking. According to the reports I’ve read, Beau crashed the party, and that’s who she was with.”
“They’re wron
