“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I just finally called Clark.”
“Did he stick with the investigator thing?” she questioned.
“He did,” I said. “He’s apparently one of the best. He works for the wealthy. His job takes him all around the world. I know Clark will find him. He’s good at his job. And it’s Dad. He’ll find him.”
“Damn.” She shook her head. “I can’t believe Armand is missing. Wouldn’t it make more sense to tell the entire world? I would be happy to help you make flyers. I have a new machine at the shelter. The media following you around could be used as a tool.”
“No,” I said firmly. “I don’t want this to be public knowledge until we know what’s going on for sure. Uncertainty will crash the business. That’s the kind of thing that makes investors squirrely.”
“I thought you were taking over?”
“I am, but everyone knows my dad is still the man in charge,” I admitted. “He’s the wizard behind the curtain. I run things, but it’s still his name I’m operating under. His reputation is what keeps this thing rolling.”
“Okay,” she said. “I understand. But if there is anything I can do to help, please ask. I don’t like you, but I have always liked your dad.”
I had to smile. “Thanks.”
She winked. “Anytime.”
She always had a way of lightening the situation. The car pulled to a stop in front of the restaurant. It was the full red-carpet treatment. Thea looked at me with a hint of fear in her eyes when the valet opened her door.
“I’ll be right beside you,” I promised. My door was opened. I hopped out and rushed to her side. I looped my arm through hers and steadied her on her feet.
“Holy shit,” she murmured under her breath. Flashes from the many cameras lining either side of the carpet went off. “You forgot to mention it was a publicity stunt.”
“I didn’t know,” I told her.
I led her inside and was immediately greeted by a hostess. “Mr. Bancroft,” she said. “We have your table right over here.”
“I forget you’re famous,” Thea said, laughing.
“Me too.”
We were led to a table in the busy restaurant. It was a good table with the window on our left. Once seated, I was able to take a second and look at the woman across from me.
Damn, she was gorgeous. Red suited her.
She caught me staring and smiled. “Never going to happen.”
She still knew me well.
“Never say never,” I said with a cocky smile.