Mom took Kami in hand after that, summoning Dad to drive the young model home while I did some online digging. The fact my P.I. father wasn't interested in lingering, didn't suggest Mom do the driving honors to stay with me and butt his nose into said internet research, told me he thought he already had the clues he could glean and was likely going to take the time during the drive to pick Kami's little brain clean.
Let him. I had my own ideas. Okay, so that might make it sound as if there was a competition or something going on between me and my dad. Who could solve the case faster or an equally ridiculous supposition that had nothing to do with the truth. Right? We were supposed to be partners-at least, he'd thrown me into the ring without my knowledge or approval-so any kind of withholding of evidence from each other wasn't in either of our best interests.
Except, of course, this was my dad we were talking about and I was my father's daughter.
Snort.