“Because facts are science and truth is art. The bosses want a sane certainty. Some loony loner with half a story is worse than nothing. I’ll get dear old Lupo’s fur cross matched and then we’ll see. If it’s go for gold I’m standing back and letting the big boys play. It’ll all be way above my head.”
“Do you promise me? I want you to promise me and Ben for that matter.”
His tone was concerned and serious. The fact that he was including the lad was strangely touching as if both of them were claiming her as their own.
“I promise,” she said holding their eyes in turn.
Somewhere deep in the house a phone was ringing. Spencer strode off leaving her with Ben.
“Thanks for the rescue. You did the right thing.”
“Father was so worried. I was too. I know you said you wouldn’t tell him it was me
