Caleb’s heartbeat accelerated. His fists clenched again, and then he remembered where he was, what he was doing, and shook his head. He wasn’t in court now. He opened his palms and let his hands fall. “You know, Aristide, one of my biggest regrets is that I didn’t make things up with Rory before he died. I heard he was back in the area. I suspected my sister might have met up with him at our aunt’s house, but I couldn’t stomach seeing him with the court case still so raw. It cost us a lot of heartache and money to get it thrown out.” He shook his head. “I honestly don’t think Rory was involved. It was all Consuela’s doing. I’m sure of it.”
He pulled on his gloves ready for the ride home. “I did have a hunch of my own, though, that I’d like to ask you about.” He fiddled with his glove hem,
