know what to say to that, for fear she’d bring up something painful. His father might have moved to Utah, but he’d never give up the search for the criminal who’d killed his wife. “You mean a long time ago.”
“No, now. He’s a P.I. You know—he looks for people doing bad things.”
She blinked. Travis Stillman was a private investigator? “Here in Salt Lake?”
“Yup. At Lufka’s.”
Lufka’s? She’d seen that name written somewhere, but not in Casey’s patient file. “I didn’t know that.”
Just as the main feature started, his father returned with a tub of popcorn and passed it down. Throughout the film she munched on it, but her mind wasn’t on the film. While Casey sat there totally absorbed, she was thinking about what he’d told her. Until people got up to leave, she didn’t even realize the movie was over.
“I wish we could watch it again,” Casey said to his dad.
“I know, but we can’t. We’re due at your aunt Pat’s for dinner. Let’s go.”
Melissa filed out of the row after them. They made their way through the lobby and outside. Without looking at his father, she patted Casey on the shoulder. “Thanks for inviting me. I loved the movie and the popcorn. Now I have to go or I’ll be late for my dinner date.” In this case she hoped she could be forgiven for a small white lie.
“I wish you could come with us.”
“But she can’t.” His father’s voice had an edge. “Have you thanked her for coming?”
Casey’s blue eyes revealed a poignant longing that caught her off guard. “Thanks, Melissa.”
She smiled. “I bet I had a better time than you did. Have fun at your aunt’s. Are you taking Dexter with you?”
He nodded.
“Lucky dog,” she said, and hurried off to her Jeep to prevent his father from having to say another word.
Once inside, she reached into her purse for her iPhone and searched for Lufka’s in Salt Lake. A list with that spelling came up. She clicked on the first entry, and up popped the website for the Lufka Private Investigator firm on Wasatch Boulevard. Now she remembered where she’d seen it before. She’d passed their place of business hundreds of times.
Her eyes took in the information. The firm covered everything from surveillance and insurance fraud to missing persons, stalking cases, theft of property and protection to individuals. In Melissa’s mind, Mr. Stillman had traded one dangerous job for another, and would make an adversary without equal.
Not wasting another second, she headed for her parents’ home. She knew they had a business dinner tonight, but maybe they hadn’t left yet. Melissa needed to talk to them. She had an idea.
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