Chapter Twenty-Four
We sat in silence. Until I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Wendell, what made you reach out to me?”
“Despite what you think about the man or the blackness of his heart, Mr. Edwards is innocent.” He turned to gaze at me. “And I believe deep down, you think so, too.” It was the only time I would see Wendell’s eyes, as he tipped his shades down to reveal an intense shade of hazel, with flecks of yellow rimming the pupils. Before my mouth could drop open, he pushed them back up with a meaty knuckle.
I shifted back my seat in an attempt to put some distance between the question and Wendell’s ploy to distract me.
Finally, I managed to conjure a coherent response as I shook my head. “Nice try, Wendell. It’s more than that. Guys like you don’t come out from behind the Wizar
