Chapter 36

"I didn't know anything about the gig until we got there," Andrew confirmed. He was tapping his foot in a steady tattoo that might have been calming for him but was making Isobel jittery. He glanced sideways at Peter, who was seated on the other end of the couch, watching him intently. "When Peter told me who the party was for, I was like 'I am so outta here,' but he couldn't make the show work without me. He said we'd just have to deal with it. He said it would be okay if I smoked some weed out in the park."

"Did your father see you at any point?" Isobel asked.

Andrew frowned. "I don't think so."

"He saw me," Peter said grimly. "During the cocktail hour. I poked my head in to check out the crowd, and he came storming over, demanding to know what I was doing at his party."

"Because he only knows you as a lawyer. Of course it was you!" Isobel exclaimed. "I was talking to him when he spotted you. He seemed pretty pissed."