“ W hat did you think of our future son-in-law?” Brian asked as they got ready for bed that night.
“He seems very nice. He’s quite charming, and it’s obvious that he’s crazy about Leia. Did you see her engagement ring? I’ll bet it cost more than our first house.”
“Yeah.”
“What’s wrong?” Cynthia asked, laying her hair brush aside. “Didn’t you like him?”
“He’s hiding something.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not sure, but I can feel it. There’s something just a little off about him.” When Cynthia looked skeptical, he said, “I was a cop for over twenty-five years, Cyn. I know when someone is hiding something. I’m going to make a few calls tomorrow, ask Chet Wilkins at the Hollywood Station to do a background check on him.”
“I hope you’re wrong,” Cynthia said. “If he’s got nothing to hide and Leia finds out what you’re doing, she’ll never forgive you.”
He snorted. “If it turns out he’s a serial killer, I think she’ll thank me.”
“And if he isn’t?”
Brian shrugged. “Better safe than sorry, my old sergeant used to say. Doesn’t it strike you as odd that she’s never mentioned him before and now, all of a sudden, they’re getting married?” He shook his head. “I hope I’m wrong, but it won’t hurt to do a little digging into his past.”