Knowing the senator would try to prevent him if he suspected that his son had skeletons in the closet, he decided it was better to cover his bases. With the election coming up in a few months, Senator Stowe would definitely be protecting his campaign. Even if it meant withholding pertinent information in his son’s murder investigation? Possibly. Nick flashed his badge to the security detail at the gated community where Stowe lived, then parked in front of the multimillion-dollar high-rise condo and walked up to the entrance. The automatic doors parted to reveal a two-story entryway with gleaming marble floors, ornate columns, and a security desk to the left. He stepped up to it, flashed his ID again, and explained the reason for his visit. “We were so shocked to hear about his death,” Sonya, the woman behind the desk, said. “He was such a charmer. And always so polite.” “Was he seeing anyone?” She tucked a strand of silver hair behind one ear. “This is an exclusive community,”
