Chapter Twenty-Three
I digested that statement and wasn’t quite ready to put a label on the emotions it tapped into, so I put a pin in it, though I knew it would change everything moving forward, regardless of how I felt about it.
It was probably for the best if I kept my attitude under wraps, considering I needed whatever information Wendell was willing to provide. I took in a deep breath as he watched, sucked up my Edwards spitball, and focused on the matter in front of us.
“If he knew this person—which one of them would have had the cojones to plan and execute an attack?” I was guessing the list was long and moved on. “What makes you think it had to do with Ellen’s murder? It’s been more than twenty years—why now?”
“You ask me that, and yet you are here for impossible answers to the
