Chapter 44:
Kael didn't speak for a full minute.
He stood in the kitchen with his hand on the back of a chair and his eyes on Rook and his face doing something I'd never seen it do before. Not anger. Not grief. Something in between. Something worse.
"Say it again," he said.
Rook said it again.
"Red hair. Heavily pregnant. Shot Deacon Pell in a parking lot in Nevada four years ago. Took his car. Drove away."
Kael closed his eyes.
"She killed him," he said.
"She killed him."
"She got away."
"She got away."
"She's alive."
"The witness is old. He could be confused. He could be remembering wrong."
Kael opened his eyes.
"But you believe him."
"I believe him."
Kael put both hands on the counter.
"She had the baby," he said.
Rook didn't answer.
"Rook."
"She was pregnant when sh
