“This ought to be a celebration. Here I am on a beautiful
island, in a cozy restaurant, having a lovely dinner with my two wonderful
children. But everyone is too sad.”
“What happened to
Bobby?” Kate asked.
“He said he was
going to drive the cab this evening. He said something about making money while
he could,” said Kat.
“He thinks he’s
going to be arrested,” said Kate.
“Why would he?”
“I guess you
don’t know,” said Bill. “But he found Dad. And his fingerprints were all over
the place.”
“If he found him
that would be understandable.”
“And then there’s
the gun,” said Kate.
“Gun? He doesn’t
seem like the type.”
“We found a gun
at his place. In my backpack. I’ve been asked to stay on the island.”
Kat took a swig
of her martini. “By who?”
“The police
chief. Merideth’s son. I wasn’t on the island at the time Dad died, but I guess
I could be Bobby’s accomplice.”
“Or motive,”
said Bill. “If this were one of my shows, the rich father would have found the
poor taxi driver an unacceptable suitor for his daughter. Especially given the
age difference.”
“It wasn’t like
that,” said Kate. “Yes I loved him—still do—but in more of a friendship way. We
agreed to have a summer romance and then cut it off. And we did.”
“Friends with
benefits,” said Bill.
Kate blushed.
“I can see what
you saw in him,” said her mother. “But I can see why Malcolm wouldn’t like him.
Why Bobby must be my age!”
“He always has
these short-term relationships,” said Kate. “Probably attachment issues.”
“And we know
you have father issues,” said Kat.
“But I don’t
have a father any more,” said Kate.
