Chapter 28 COLFAX
Colfax collapsed into his bed, exhausted from all the talking. He wasn’t used to using his voice this much; the scratchy tickle in the back of his throat confirmed that. He was an observer, used to blending in. Now that he was responsible for at least keeping up the appearance of conducting an investigation, he had to engage in a different way. Ask enough questions—and the right kind—to keep his cover, but also to dig a little deeper to get what he needed. Surely, a sapphire of the kind he sought wouldn’t be a true secret. Someone had to know something about it. It was just a matter of finding the right person.
He rubbed a drop of peppermint oil—a vial of which had been thoughtfully placed on his bedside table—on his fingertips and massaged it into his temples. The scen
