“Ger-I mean, Mr. Ascariot was upset with his son, often complaining that he was worthless and that at his retirement, the company would fall into his son’s hands and everything would go to shambles.”
“Those rich aristocrat types are such monsters.”
“Shut it, Carter.” The sergeant looked back at Orange. “Go on.”
“He came up with a plan on how to secure his fortune, make more money in the process and get away from his son. He devised the plan with the Aubrights, Miss Hornwasher, and her brother.”
“Who is her brother?” The sergeant leaned forward with interest. “Get a name?”
“I don’t know,” Orange’s cheeks pinked. “She wouldn"t tell me his name.”
“Carter, I’ll need you to go clean up the missing details with her. This fella here isn’t the most skilled interrogator.”
“Hey…” Orange said
