Jacobs Truth #6

Ch1 Anger fuels me

Jacobs POV

Four years, four long years and I'm still no closer to answers now than I was before. But I can't give up. No I won't give up, even though everyone else in my family has. You see my dad was murdered four years ago. The police say it was a break in and the robber must have gotten spooked and shot him when he saw my dad was home.

I for one never believed that story. Only jewelry and other small miscellaneous trinkets were taken. I mean the thief left a painting worth hundred thousand dollars on the wall for god sakes. But the police never found any substantial evidence to have any suspects and after a year with no new leads the police department turned it over to the cold case department.

My family is in the top ten riches families in Texas, I never thought with our resources that my dads case would go unsolved for this long. So I have taken what's left of my inheritance to track down new leads and try to solve his case myself.

I'm down to my last three hundred thousand dollars. That may seem like a lot but I started with thirteen million and since then my grandmother has cut me off financially all over my no good gay half brother so I have to make what I have last. Because until I can apologize and except my brother and his partner Titan I will not be receiving any help from the family.

I just know my brother Jesse or his no good biological dad Joey Rockwell had something to do with my dads death. It was like my whole world turned upside down in a single day. I found out my father was murdered and the siblings I grew up with that my father raised were really from my mothers affair with a body guard. A damn bodyguard.

I haven't spoken to my family since I found out about the whole scandal. I refuse to associate with them after they just forgot about dad so easily after his death and moved on to being a family with Rockwell, hell even my sisters started calling him dad. It makes me sick.

I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down and remember why I'm here. Today I am sitting in an Private Investigators office in down town Dallas waiting to see if this guy will take my case. If he even thinks he might get anywhere with the information I already have uncovered.

I have had two previous PI's turn me down there just isn't enough for them to go on or any way to find anything new then my first PI who tore through my fathers life and finances trying to find an enemy. They only found one my mother, they were living separately but were still married and kept up the pretenses in the public eye of a devoted couple when in reality they hated each other.

Then after that first PI I had a PI take fifty thousands dollars and basically swindled me. He gave me no new information but kept billing me for all these hours I know he never worked so finally I cut my looses and fired the crook. I my ego is still a little damaged from the whole ordeal. But I'm trying to keep my head up it only takes one small thing to break a case wide open.

I hear the door to the office open and look up to see a man about the same age as me he looks strong and very confident, and I like that. He is a good three or four inches taller than me so I have to look up at him when we shake hands. I feel an electric shock and pull away laughing. "Sorry must have static build up. I'm Jacob."

The PI smiles and nods his head towards his desk. "No problem Jacob, I'm Everett Dade nice to meet you. Go have a seat and we will get started. And again thank you for waiting for me my phone call went a little long."

I sit across from the new PI as he straightens out paper work on his desk before clearing his throat. "I have gone over your file and pulled the police report and I would have to agree with what you said over the phone this does not look like a simple home invasion gone wrong."