"And you know I won't. I'm afraid you've become something of a challenge to me."
I shook my head and pushed the gate open. Uncle Rhoan was just stepping around the side of the house. His gaze swept down and came to rest briefly on the disks I held before continuing on, taking in the state of my clothing. His gaze had narrowed by the time it met mine, but all he said was, "Any luck?"
"These disks are the ones Blake took on the day Nadler was married." I slipped the smaller one into his hand, as well. "That last one could prove useful when it comes to looking for the current Nadler."
He nodded and pocketed the disks. "Where are you two off to now?"
"What, now we have to report our every move to you?" Jak said.
"If you want to remain out of jail and on this case, yes," Rhoan said, rather mildly considering the spark of annoyance that flared in his eyes.
I touched Jak's arm, stopping him from saying anything else, and said, "Nadler's lawyer was murdered last night. We might go talk to his secretary, and see if it was somehow connected to Nadler, or if he was working on anything else that might have warranted his death."
Rhoan continued to eye me dubiously. He knew me well enough to understand that I was planning a whole lot more than that. "I don't suppose you were at that fund-raiser last night, were you?"
"Yes. We found the body and called the cops, in fact." There was no sense denying it, because he could easily enough trace the call back to my phone.
"And the murder? Did you also witness it?"
"We would have hung around if we had."
His expression was somewhat disbelieving. "You should have hung around anyway."
I grimaced. "I had somewhere else I had to be. I couldn't."
"Doesn't explain why Jak didn't hang around."
Jak just shrugged. Truth be told, he was probably wondering why he hadn't hung around also.