“What the hell is he doing here to begin with?” Ryan muttered.
“Probably stopping by on his way to sewers unknown.” Marc’s tone hardened. “He can save himself the trouble of fueling up his jet. After my phone call, Fenton’s not going anywhere but to jail.”
“But he doesn’t know that yet,” Casey reminded him.
“True. But I’ll find Hutch. He can’t have gone far. That means that the longer Fenton’s here, the better the chance that he won’t walk out a free man. So let’s let things play out.”
“In the meantime, I hope Amanda can pull this off.”
“She’ll pull it off,” Claire said quietly. “She’ll do it for Justin, and for Paul.”
“Uncle Lyle.” As if proving Claire’s point, Amanda greeted him in nothing more than a guarded tone. “I didn’t realize you were coming by today.”
“Amanda, hello.” Fenton halted. At the same time, he glanced to his left and saw the entire FI team standing in the waiting room corner.
Clearly, he was not happy with that scenario. He couldn’t be in control of the conversation, not when he was uncertain about what the team had told his niece. Plus, Marc intimidated the hell out of him.
As if in disgust, Marc turned and stalked out of the room.
That gave Fenton some hope.
It also gave Marc the time he needed.
He went into the men’s room and turned on his phone. He didn’t give a damn if it was allowed or not.
He pressed Hutch’s number on speed dial.
“Hey,” he said the instant Hutch answered. “Where are you?”
“I just joined Mike outside the lab. Why?”
“Fenton’s here. He’s with Amanda. We’ve got our eyes on him. But call whoever you need to. Put a rush on those warrants. My gut tells me this is a stopover to the airport. You stay with Evans. Keep him away from the PICU until you hear from me.”
“Done.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Back in the waiting room, Fenton was testing the waters.
“I wanted to check in on Justin-and to talk to you,” he said, gauging his niece’s reaction.
“About what?” With or without realizing it, Amanda was blocking her uncle’s path with her body, erecting an invisible but protective wall between her uncle and her son.
Fenton played his cards with great care. “About the future-Justin’s future.”
“The only aspect of Justin’s future I’m interested in discussing is the one where Dr. Braeburn tells me that my son is out of the woods and is going to live a full and healthy life.”
“I understand that.” Fenton went for a softer approach. “And I have no doubt that’s going to happen. Since Cliff Mercer’s plea, half of his political district has come forward to be tested. So have the student bodies of both his kids’ colleges. Between that and your online video, word of Justin’s condition is on the front burner, coast-to-coast. You will find a match.”
“I pray you’re right. But, in my heart, I know the best match would be Paul. That’s the person I really want to find.”
Fenton wet his lips. “Any progress?”
Amanda’s nails dug into her palms, but she remained composed. “I get the sense that Forensic Instincts is getting somewhere. But they’re reticent about discussing it with me because they don’t want to get my hopes up.”
“So they haven’t told you anything?”
“Only that they’re interviewing a number of people, including some slimy ones. And that some of those slimy individuals might be colleagues of yours.” She gazed pointedly at her uncle, awaiting his response.
He looked relieved. It didn’t take a psychic to figure out why. If that was all Forensic Instincts had revealed to his niece, then Fenton was in a good place.
“You know the kind of business I’m in, Amanda.” He went for a factual approach-but one that was devoid of self-implication. “It’s a tough one to run, and I run it. I can only speak for my own actions. No one else’s.”
Amanda had a hard time hiding her disgust. “I understand that,” she forced herself to say. “And, I know that if you had any information at all that might help find Paul, you would have shared it.”
“Of course I would.” Fenton’s stance was relaxed now. He was back on sure footing. “Are you holding up all right?”
“Touch-and-go.” Amanda didn’t have to fake the pain in her voice. “Justin is in a very precarious state. He’s sick. He’s gotten sicker. And all the antibiotics in the world can’t cure him-not without an immune system to fight things off.”
“I know.” Fenton looked genuinely concerned, which he was, even if it was for all the wrong reasons. He cleared his throat. “But, as I said, I know you’ll find a donor. Which is why I want to discuss Justin’s future-especially now when I’ll be away for a while.”
“Away?” Amanda gave him a quizzical look. “Where are you going?”
“On a business trip. I have to check in with some of the Fenton Dredging operations on both coasts. I have several large maritime contracts in the works.”
Fenton paused. “In any case, tending to my empire has made me think about the future of my company. Because of that, I’ve made some changes in my will.”
“Don’t do anything for me, Uncle Lyle,” Amanda couldn’t stop herself from saying. “In your world, money might be a panacea. Not in mine.”
“It’s not a panacea. But it does help. It’s also not about you, although you’ve been well-provided for.” Fenton didn’t avert his gaze. “I’ve set up two separate trust funds for Justin, both of which you’ll manage until he comes of age. The first will pay for any health-related issues that might arise because of his condition. You’d be surprised how many items slip between the medical insurance cracks. The second will provide for his future-college, grad school, anything else he might need. It’s a substantial sum.”
Amanda hadn’t been prepared for that. She wasn’t quite sure what to say. On the one hand, she hated taking anything from her uncle. On the other hand, the money was for Justin. Altruism was one thing. Real life was another. If anyone had learned that in the past month, it was she.
However, if any of that trust fund money was dirty…
“Thank you,” she said simply. “That’s a very generous gesture on your part. But I’ll have to think about it.”
“There’s nothing to think about. It’s done. And it’s not about generosity.” Fenton wasn’t finished yet. “It’s about blood ties. Justin is your son, and my great-nephew. He’s also the future of Fenton Dredging.”
Amanda blinked. “Pardon me?”
“I’m leaving my entire empire to him,” was the blunt response. “I have no grandchildren. But I do have a great-nephew. And I have a business empire that I built from the ground up. It’s my legacy, the only one I have. I want it in the family. So I’m leaving it to Justin.”
This time Amanda had an immediate reaction. “That’s way over-the-top,” she said. “It’s also unrealistic. We have no idea what Justin’s goals or interests will be. He might not have any desire to be a business mogul. And, if he does, he may have no affinity for dredging or for building jetties or docks. I don’t want to saddle him with that responsibility.”
Fenton sucked in his breath. “It’s not a responsibility. It’s a gift. If I don’t leave it to Justin, it will just become part of my estate, which will go to the two of you anyway. I prefer to believe your son will keep my business empire going-no, thriving-even if he opts not to take an active part in running it. It’s not just a gift, it’s a favor. In a sense, Fenton Dredging is my only child. I want it to flourish. So please don’t refuse my wishes. Should the time come and should Justin refuse to have any part of my legacy, he can sell it or dissolve it as he sees fit. At least I won’t be alive to know about it.”