Ryan had started working for me eight months earlier. He was usually quiet and always kept the car immaculate. I contacted him only when I needed a ride.
He had also driven me to the airport on the day I left the country.
He had received a subpoena several days earlier and was waiting outside the courtroom. When he entered, he was still wearing the same blue shirt I remembered. But as he passed me, he didn't dare greet me as he normally did.
He glanced at Emily. She bit her lip and quickly lowered her head.
Her attorney asked whether he had gone to my home that night. He admitted that he had, but claimed I had sent him.
"Before Mrs. Cole left the country, she told me to keep Emily company at night. She said Emily was willing, and that I'd be well compensated." I looked up. He avoided
