Free Deadly Disco in Las Vegas: A Humorous Tiffany Black Mystery (Tiffany Black Mysteries Book 6) by A.R. Winters

this?” said David. “Couples therapy?”
    I cracked a smile. “No, I meant businesswise. You two must’ve disagreed on stuff.”
    “Once in a while, but not often.”
    “What about disagreeing about business direction and wanting to dissolve the partnership?”
    “That was almost a year ago,” David said. “And Josh was right. We needed to stick to our core strengths.”
    “So you didn’t want to head off and do things separately?”
    “No,” said David. “Business together was good.”
    “And what about Josh’s son, Taylor?”
    David looked at me warily. “What about him?”
    “Did Josh say anything about Taylor?”
    David looked at me for a beat and said, “This is about Taylor’s concierge business, isn’t it? But I don’t see how it’s relevant to Josh’s death.”
    I wasn’t really getting that many leads, and perhaps I was clutching at straws here. But David was going to benefit from Josh’s death financially, and if they’d had a fight about something close to Josh’s heart, it was probably relevant. I didn’t tell David all that. I said, “What was the fight about?”
    David rolled his eyes. “Josh’s son wanted to start a business, okay? But he didn’t have that many great ideas. So he came up with this idea for a VIP concierge thing, and asked Josh to invest quite a lot of money in it. I told Josh not to.”
    “And that upset him?”
    David shrugged. “Look, he asked for my opinion and I gave it to him. Tough that he didn’t like it.”
    “Why did you tell Josh not to invest?”
    David said, “VIP concierges are a dime a dozen here in Vegas. You need contacts, you need a lot of stuff. Taylor had none of those. What Taylor did have was a lot of enthusiasm and a doting father. I told Josh that he shouldn’t give Taylor handouts. If Taylor wanted to start a business, he should do what most new business owners do. Go to the bank, raise start-up capital from angel investors. Learn to pitch to independent investors. Better yet, go to college and learn some basic accounting and marketing. It’s not like the kid was running out of time.”
    I nodded, and Ian said, “So why’d Josh get so upset?”
    David shook his head. “He always wanted to help his son. I told him not to spoil Taylor. If he gave Taylor the money, the kid would just blow it and come back to him for more handouts. I guess the truth hurts.”
    Ian said, “Did Taylor ever talk to you about this?”
    David shook his head. “This was a few days before Josh died. I’m not sure if he talked to Taylor about the concierge idea after all. Anyway, now Taylor doesn’t have to worry about money. It’s his.”
    “It’s in a trust till he turns thirty-two,” Ian reminded David.
    “What about other businesses?” I asked David. “Did the two of you ever invest independently?”
    “Sure.” David nodded. “Every now and then.”
    Just then, his phone buzzed, and he excused himself to leave the room. When he came back, Taylor was close on his heels. The boy looked exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes and skin that was pale and splotchy. He nodded at Ian and me and mumbled a greeting.
    “Taylor’s here to help me with a computer problem,” David said. “Are we done with the questions?”
    Taylor looked at us inquisitively, and I nodded. I turned to Taylor and said, “Ian and I are doing our best to uncover the truth.”
    Taylor rolled his eyes. “What good does that do?” he said. “He’s dead now.”
    I murmured something about being sorry for his loss, not sure what else to say.
    Ian said, “There’s some use to the truth. Mary thinks she’ll get closure.”
    Taylor rolled his eyes and looked away, disinterested. Ian and I said goodbye to David and headed out, off to have lunch with my mom.
    As we drove, Ian said, “We’ve spoken to his girlfriend, his assistant, and his partner. None of them seem to have much to say. Isn’t that odd?”
    I shook my head. “The killer isn’t necessarily one of