Chapter Forty-Five
Harper’s face flushed a rosy color as he threw down his pen, pressing back in his chair, then gazing up at the ceiling as if trying to figure out why he was the butt of a sick joke. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyelids with his thick fingers.
Diane spoke when she had something to say. Otherwise, she gave everyone her undivided attention, studying everyone in the room. It was her way of getting into their heads—generally putting her one step ahead of everyone. “We need Marcie here. She knows some of Dan’s friends from high school. Maybe she could shed some light on that connection. There’s one thing you and I both know, Sam; there really is no such thing as coincidence. This whole thing smells, and a big old red flag is waving.”
Richard sat up straight and tal
