Page 57 of Wild Fever
"Just to rule him out as a suspect.”
Frank's face twisted again. "My son ain't no suspect. I don't know what you're getting at, but I don't like it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I got better things to do.”
Frank slammed the door, and I didn't blame him.
We walked back to the Porsche.
"Think his kid hacked into the lab and caused trouble? I mean, without a job, he does have a lot of free time on his hands, I'm guessing."
I shrugged. "I doubt it, but it's worth looking into."
We hopped into the Porsche, and I called Denise. I asked her to run background on Frank Bledsoe. It didn't take her long to come up with his son's name, Sean. He lived on the island on Mercury Street.
I sent his info to Isabella—one more person for her to dig into.
We drove to Sean’s house, parked at the curb, and pushed through the gate of the white picket fence. He lived with his family in a small cottage home with a red brick walkway, yellow siding, and white trim. There was a nice wraparound veranda,and the yard was well-maintained with lush foliage and a few tall palms. Sean wouldn’t be keeping a place like this for long if he couldn’t find another job. It wasn't Stingray Bay, but a house like this didn't come cheap in Coconut Key.
I knocked on the door, and a few moments later, footsteps ambled down the foyer. Sean peered through the distorted glass in the door and said, "I’m not talking to you."
Frank had obviously called him and given him a heads-up.
I displayed my badge and said, "We just have a few questions. We’re hoping you can help.”
"I just talked to my father. You’re not here to help.”
"A simple conversation could help us clear you off the list."
"I'm not on a list.”
"Yes, you are.”
Sean hesitated a moment, then unlatched the deadbolt and pulled open the door. His concerned eyes darted between the two of us. Sean was in his mid-40s with shaggy dark hair, brown eyes, and a narrow face. He must have taken after his mother, because he didn't look anything like his father. "Look, dad said that you guys were asking about a murder or something.”
"Lance Wentworth.”
"That's the finance guy, right?”
I nodded.
"I saw something about that on the news.”
"I’ll get to the point. We think someone may have breached the network at Infinite Horizons Cryo-Therapeutics.”
"And you think because I work in IT, that I might have done that.”
I shrugged. "If the shoe fits."
"The shoe doesn’t fit. I'm not a hacker. I didn’t kill anybody. What possible reason would I have to kill Lance Wentworth?”
"Your dad's financial situation sounds like a pretty good motive to me."
His brow knitted. "What do you mean, my dad's financial situation?”
I shared a glance with JD. Frank had obviously done a good job keeping his financial woes from Sean, just like he said.
"Mr. Wentworth's firm was handling some of the investments for the pension fund.”
Sean looked genuinely confused. "So?”
