He gave Knight a sharp look in the rearview mirror. “Excuse me?”
“You had led your company to believe that she would turn all her money matters over to your firm when y’all got married. But she didn’t. That’s what your boss told me anyway.”
“He told you?”
Knight nodded. “When I called him yesterday and asked him who held the reins for Emory’s fortune.”
It crawled all over Jeff to learn that yesterday, while for hours on end he’d been cooling his heels in the lobby of the Hicksville sheriff’s office, he was being investigated and talked about within his firm.
Which meant that his coworkers knew it wasn’t sickness that had kept him out of the office. They’d known the nature of the “family emergency” even before they’d heard about Emory’s disappearance on the news this morning. These yokels had made him out to be a liar to his firm’s senior partner, and that made him livid.
“You don’t manage her money,” Grange was saying, “but you get it if she predeceases you, correct?”
“If you had asked me, I would have told you that,” Jeff said, barely keeping his fury under control. “You wouldn’t have had to call my firm and bothered my coworkers with questions that have nothing to do with Emory’s disappearance.”
“We’ve got to cover every angle,” Grange said.
“Speaking of,” Knight said, “what’s the name of that drug you wanted Emory to endorse?”
“How did you know about that?”
“There were a lot of e-mails on her computer about it. Back and forth, between you, the pharmaceutical company, your wife. Going back more than a year. What was that all about?”
“Since you seem to already know, why don’t you tell me?”
“Be easier if you’d just put it in a nutshell for us,” Knight said. “We’ve got nothing else to do while we’re riding.”
It occurred to Jeff that perhaps he had underestimated these two. By an act of will, he brought his temper under control, and, when he spoke, he made himself sound bored. “The company had gone through all the steps with the FDA—and there are many—and had received approval to conduct patient trials.”
“What was the drug for?”
“To help prevent obesity in children who are genetically predisposed. Emory was invited to be one of the participating physicians.”
Grange said, “But when the trail was over, she didn’t endorse it.”
“In her opinion, the side effects weren’t worth the benefits derived from the medication.”
“In other words, it did more harm than good.”
“Those other words are yours, detective,” Jeff said. “Not Emory’s.”
Knight said, “You had encouraged clients to invest heavily in this drug.”
“No,” Jeff said, drawing out the word. “I encouraged clients to invest in a company that is on the leading edge of pharmaceutical breakthroughs that target current medical problems, like childhood obesity, which affect millions of people globally, not only healthwise, but in every other way. Culturally, socially, financially, and so on.”
Knight chuckled. “Skim off the BS, Jeff. The SEC’s not eavesdropping. Translated, a high sign from your wife would have gone a long way toward helping make your clients, and thereby you, a lot of money.”
“Emory hasn’t yet given the drug either a thumbs-up or a thumbs-down. She merely withheld her endorsement pending further study.”
Knight and his partner exchanged a look that indicated further study of this issue was also pending. Jeff looked away as though unperturbed.
“Oh, by the way,” Knight said, “would you mind if we sent some guys over to the motel to take a look inside your car?”
“My car? What the hell for? Do you have a warrant?”
“Do we need one?”
“No. Search all you want. Strip it. While you’re at it, search my house, too. Send cadaver-sniffing dogs. Be sure to check the pine grove at the back of our property. That’s an excellent place for a grave.”