"How can you be so sure after what happened to that woman?"
"I don't know what happened to her. I don't want to know. And neither do you. We can't look back, Brooke. We have to look to the future. It's going to be good. We're all going to be rich. That's all that matters."
Haley heard voices approaching and slid out from behind the plant, her heart racing, as she put a smile on her face and walked back down the hall, passing two older women who were chatting about someone's husband cheating on his wife. They didn't give her a second look, and she quickly made her way out of the locker room.
She wanted to talk to Brooke even more now that she knew Brooke was scared. She could be the weak link in the group, someone they could exploit, but not here, not where all the others were.
Matt was right. They needed to talk to Brooke when she was alone. But it had been worth the risk to follow her, because now she knew that Brooke was having second thoughts and that there was something about to happen soon. She couldn't begin to imagine what that was, but Brooke knew, and they had to get her to talk.
"Jason, Agent Lawson, I didn't expect to see you here," Graham Adler said as he joined them by the bar.
"I understand congratulations are in order," Jason said.
A broad smile flashed across Graham's face as he waved his hand toward the rest of his foursome. "Henry and I have bragging rights for another year, don't we, son?"
"That's right," Henry said. "Jason, have you met Drew Sanderson and his father, Kent, our more than worthy opponents?"
"We haven't met," Jason replied. "This is my associate, Special Agent Matt Lawson."
He extended his hand to Kent and then Drew, happy to meet Landon's big brother. Drew had brown hair and fair, freckled skin. He was a little softer in the middle than Henry or the older men, including his father, Kent Sanderson, who had white hair, dark eyes, and very tan skin.
"Are you a golfer, Agent Lawson?" Drew asked.
"More of a hacker. But I understand you all finished at the top."
"The Adlers won, not us," Kent interrupted, anger in his gaze. "My son has yet to learn how to keep himself out of the rough. Isn't that right, Drew?"
Drew's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "Just wasn't my day, Dad." He gave a careless shrug.
"Seems like it is never your day," Kent said with a sarcastic smile. "I keep hoping you'll start living up to all those golf lessons and that expensive education I gave you."
The silence that followed that comment was thick with tension. Drew's face flushed, and Henry shot Drew a sympathetic look, while Graham's expression grew uncomfortable.
"Now, now, it's just golf, Kent," Graham said. "And you and Drew smoked poor Trent and Charles. They ended up in fourth."
"Trent can barely hold a club," Kent said. "Hardly a victory."
"Kent," Henry said. "Megan was looking for you earlier. She was looking attractive as always."
Kent's face went still, then he cleared his throat. "Excuse me."
"Careful, son," Graham said quietly, but his voice carried a clear threat. "When you poke the bear, sometimes you get bit."
Henry's smile was all innocence, but his eyes glittered with something that looked like malice. "Just making conversation, Dad."
"Sure, you were," Graham said. "I'm going to get a drink."
As Graham left, Henry said, "So what are you two really doing here? Have you found any leads on who might have killed Sabrina?"
"Still looking," Matt replied. "We were hoping to talk to you, Drew."
"I heard you've been asking questions about Landon's death," Drew said. "And that it might be tied to the death of one of Henry's associates, which seems shocking. Of course, I'm happy to help if I can. Landon was my little brother in the frat. I have felt guilty every day that I didn't protect him. I should have seen he was drinking too much that night."
"So, you saw him that night?" Matt asked.
"I did. We talked when he first got there. He was upset about a bad grade on a paper. Of course, his idea of a bad grade was a B plus. He hated to get anything less than an A. I told him to have a drink and relax. I guess that was a mistake, but I never thought he'd get wasted. He'd never done that before."
"Landon wasn't much of a drinker," Henry confirmed. "But what I don't understand is why you aren't spending more time on figuring out who killed Sabrina? That was an actual confirmed murder. Landon's death was an accident."
