Noah Armstrong spoke quietly. “Miss Tyrol came to me three years ago; at least, it was three years ago for Marcus and the girls and myself, just a few weeks ago for Jenna and Ianira.” Grey eyes flicked toward the senator’s daughter. “Miss Tyrol was curious about some very ugly things she had uncovered about her brother-in-law, Jenna’s father. She hired me and also helped a young friend of hers get a job in Senator Caddrick’s office. An actor doing role research. The boy stumbled across some very nasty evidence. He sent it to her, but was murdered for it. I’d been doing my own investigations, along the same lines, and as soon as Mr. Corliss was killed, I persuaded Miss Tyrol to go into hiding until we could take the evidence to the authorities.”
Jenna said bitterly, “Aunt Cassie tried to warn me. She slipped away from Noah and called, arranged to meet me. I’m the reason she’s dead! Aunt Cassie and Carl, both . . .” Tears tracked messily down her face, dripping into her surgically-implanted sideburns. “Carl McDevlin was going to marry me, in spite of my father’s nasty habits and the chaos of the press following everything we Caddricks do. And my doting father gave the order to murder him, just on the chance I might have told him something.”
Armstrong brushed wet hair back from Jenna’s face, the gesture eloquent of the trust that had grown between them. “Miss Caddrick and I managed to get into TT-86,” Armstrong sighed, “with the tickets for London she and her fiancé were planning to use, but the assassination squads followed. Two of them almost killed Miss Caddrick the night she arrived.”