Once a Family…
by Gina Wilkins
Tony D'Alessandro looked up from the letter in his hand to
the young woman sitting absolutely still in a worn leather
chair on the other side of his desk. With her rich brown
hair swept into a neat coil, her blue eyes focused
intently on his face, her seductive mouth unsmiling, her
slender body clad in a suit that probably cost more than
his monthly food allowance, the woman could have passed as
a mannequin for a Rodeo Drive boutique.
When his secretary, Bonnie, had escorted Michelle Trent
into his office less than ten minutes earlier, Tony had
been struck speechless by the woman's beauty. Only after
he'd closed his mouth and self-consciously cleared his
throat had he become aware of the icy shell she maintained
around her — invisible, but unarguably real.
He'd wondered if her lovely, porcelain-fair face ever
warmed with a smile, ever softened with emotion. Now he
knew that at least one person had loved Michelle Trent
with an almost neurotic intensity — her adoptive mother,
Alicia Culverton Trent, the late widow of immensely
wealthy, near-legendary Dallas business tycoon Harrison
Ellington Trent
III. Tony knew of the family, of course, in the same way
everyone else heard about them — through newspapers,
magazines, gossip and rumors.
So what was wealthy, reclusive, incredibly beautiful
Michelle Trent doing in the office of a low-profile, ex-
cop-turned-private-investigator? With his usual
straightforward approach to mysteries, Tony decided the
only way to find the answer was to ask. "Why are you here,
Ms. Trent? Why did you want me to read this letter?"
Her voice was as cultured and alluring as the rest of
her. "I would think the answer is obvious, Mr.
D'Alessandro. I want you to locate my brothers and
sisters."
His left eyebrow rose as it always did when something
intrigued him. "Why me?" he asked bluntly. "Surely you
have attorneys who could initiate this search as easily as
I can."
She inclined her head in an annoyingly regal gesture. "I
have attorneys, of course, but I've chosen not to involve
them. To be completely honest, you're the only one other
than myself who has seen this letter or who knows about my
search. I've been told that you are an honest, discreet
investigator. I trust that your business ethics will
ensure strict confidentiality in my case."
Piqued by the undercurrents of doubt in her voice, Tony
scowled. "I've never gossiped about a client in my entire
career, Ms. Trent, and I can assure you that won't change
with you. I'm only trying to determine why you came to me
with this."
She moistened her artfully tinted lips with the tip of her
tongue, for the first time looking somewhat less
imperturbable. "Eighteen years ago my father hired your
father for an assignment that was highly sensitive and
even involved physical danger to your father. It was
important that the case be handled quickly, efficiently —
and privately. My father was always grateful to yours for
the skillful way he handled the job, and he told me that
if I ever needed help, I should contact Vincent
D'Alessandro."
"Who retired in '86," Tony finished for her. "I started
the business back up two years ago."
She nodded. "So I found out."
Tony tried not to look surprised that his father had once
handled a "highly sensitive" assignment for one of the
wealthiest, most powerful men in Texas. He wasn't at all
surprised, however, that the mysterious case had been
handled well, or that it had apparently been kept utterly
private.Vinnie D'Alessandro had never, in some thirty
years in the business, broken client confidence, a record
Tony had every intention of maintaining.
Michelle Trent crossed her long, silk-covered legs and
subjected Tony to a thorough scrutiny. "Are you as good at
your job as your father was, Mr. D'Alessandro?"
He crossed his arms over his chest and met her eyes,
knowing if he looked down at those luscious legs he'd find
himself stammering. "No one's as good as my father was,
Ms. Trent. But I'm damn close."
It was a calculated risk, of course. If this insouciant
attitude offended her, he'd lose what could turn out to be
a profitable assignment. On the other hand, he intended to
let her know that he didn't particularly care to be
treated like a menial subordinate during their
association, should there be one.
Her lips twitched in what he would have sworn was the
beginning of a smile, and he felt his left eyebrow rising
again. But she quickly suppressed the expression and
nodded in response to his words. "I can depend on you to
keep my business completely private?"
"You can trust me," he replied, too curtly. "I trust very
few people." Her tone was cool. Some might have called it
icy. "Your father was one of them. I'm taking a risk that
he trained you to be as honorable as he is."
Tony couldn't help but soften at her praise of his father.
After all, his dad was a hell of a great guy. "I've always
tried to be as much like my father as possible," he
admitted grudgingly.
"Then consider yourself hired," she said. "I'll pay your
usual rates, plus expenses, of course. I'd like to handle
the transaction in cash, if that's agreeable to you. How
much do you want up front?"
She opened the small leather bag resting in her lap. Tony
held up a hand, palm outward. "Now hold on a minute," he
said quickly. "I haven't agreed to take the case yet.
There are a few things I'd like to know first."
Michelle looked surprised that he wasn't jumping to take
her money. "What things?"
He glanced back down at the letter. "This is dated five
months ago."
"Yes. My mother wrote it six weeks before she — before she
died," Michelle said, quickly masking the slight break in
her voice. "I found it among her things the day after her
funeral."
"And this was the first you knew of your brothers and
sisters?"
"Yes. I'd always assumed that I was an only child for my
biological parents, as well as my adopted ones."
Tony studied her shuttered expression, wondering if he'd
imagined a note of longing in her words. He'd had cool
customers before, had dealt with masters at concealing
emotions and facts, but Michelle Trent confused him as few
people had before her. Outwardly, she was cool, reserved,
aloof. But there'd been something in her eyes when she'd
talked about his father, something in that slight break
when she'd mentioned her mother's death, something in her
voice when she talked about her unknown brothers and
sisters.
He couldn't help wondering if there was much more to
Michelle than she allowed him — or anyone else, perhaps —
to see. A veritable storm of emotions concealed behind a
bank of impenetrable clouds.
It had been years since a woman had rattled his composure
the way this one did, years since he'd felt as though all
it would take was a fleeting touch to reduce him to tongue-
tied incoherence. His reactions to her greatly annoyed him.
"Why are you so concerned with privacy?" he asked, though
he suspected he already knew — the answer had to do with
her money.
She proved his guess to be correct. "I'm a very wealthy
woman, as I'm sure you know. Through unpleasant experience
I've learned that there are many unscrupulous people who
would leap at the chance to take advantage of me. Should
word get out that I'm searching for my long-lost family,
I'm sure I'd find impostors by the dozens lined up at my
door."
Tony nodded. "Quite probably. Which explains, of course,
why you want to keep your search out of the newspapers.
But you said I'm the only one other than you who has seen
this letter or who knows about your siblings. You haven't
told your friends? Family? Your attorneys?"
She shook her head, avoiding his eyes for the first time
since she'd entered his office. "I have only a few close
friends, and I haven't seen the need to discuss this with
them as yet. Not many of my adoptive family are left now
that my parents are gone. Some distant relatives on my
mother's side, my father's older brother and his son, both
of whom live in California and whom I see only rarely. My
attorney also happens to be my godfather. He tends to be
overly protective, having known me ever since he handled
the legal details of my adoption. He would be concerned
about the financial risks of finding family members about
whom I know nothing."
Tony wondered if such an attractive, obviously intelligent
young woman could really be happy living as reclusively as
Michelle apparently did. Her experiences must have been
unpleasant, indeed, to make her this distrustful.
He scanned her mother's letter a third time. "How old are
you now?"
"Twenty-six."
"So it's been twenty-four years since your family was
separated."
"Yes."
"You don't remember anything about them?" He looked up at
her as he asked the question.
She opened her mouth to answer immediately. But then she
paused, frowned a bit and looked down at her lap before
answering more slowly. "No, I don't remember."
"You started to say something else. What was it?"
In response to his tone — the one he'd used for
interrogation back in his police officer days — she looked
up quickly, her eyes widening. "I don't remember
anything," she repeated. "I was only two. How could I
remember?"
He didn't think she was being entirely straight with him,
though he, too, wondered how she could possibly remember
anything from that young age. Still, there'd been
something in her voice when she'd answered....
Deciding to come back to that later, he nodded and changed
the subject. "Your mother said the family was split up. I
must assume that they were widely scattered, perhaps
adopted, as you were. Most likely, their names will have
been changed, as yours was. The younger ones, anyway.
They're grown now, and the chances are slim they're all
still living in Texas."
"I realize I haven't given you an easy assignment, Mr.
D'Alessandro."
He gave her a cool, utterly confident smile. "I'll find
them, Ms. Trent. Don't you doubt that."
Her answering smile was tentative, as though it was
something she didn't do often enough. "I'm beginning to
believe you will."
He cleared his throat abruptly, forcefully. "Which leads
to the next question. What do you want me to do when I
find them? Do you want to contact them yourself or would
you like for me to make the initial contact on your
behalf?"
"No!" She spoke too hastily, her knuckles going white from
her tightened grip on her purse. Realizing her vehemence
had startled him, Michelle took a deep breath and tried
visibly to relax. "I don't want you to contact them. All I
want is a list of their names and locations, if possible."
"So you intend to contact them yourself?" he asked
carefully, still watching her face.
She hesitated only a split second before nodding. "Yes."
She's lying. Tony didn't know why, but he suspected that
Michelle Trent had no intention whatever of meeting her
long-lost brothers and sisters. So why was she hiring him
to find them? Baffled, he stared at her in frowning
silence until she squirmed in her chair.
"You'll take the case?" she asked.
What the hell. "Yeah, I'll take it."
If she was pleased or relieved, she hid it just as she hid
her other emotions. With a brisk nod, she opened her purse
and extracted a plain white envelope. "This contains a
thousand dollars in cash," she told him, holding the
packet out to him. "Will that be enough to get you
started?"
"More than enough," he assured her, hesitating to take the
money for some reason he couldn't quite understand.
When he didn't immediately reach out for it, she set the
envelope on his desk and rose gracefully from her
chair. "I'll call you in two weeks for a report, around
the first of May. Will that give you enough time to gather
some preliminary information?"