EIGHTEEN
PRESENT DAY
“Do you understand, really understand, that a man has been killed?” K.C. asked, impatient with Frank’s silence. “And that this man was one of your partners. You may very well be the last person to see Mr. Hargrove alive, except for the person who killed him. I think – at least I hope – that you would be just as interested as we are in finding out who killed him. I can’t imagine you would rest easy knowing that somebody could walk right into your offices, commit cold-blooded murder, then walk right back out and get away with it. Because if he did it once, he could do it again.”
K.C. studied Frank’s face. There was no change in expression other than a twitch in his cheek that pulled Frank’s upper lip back and exposed his teeth. It gave him his trademark snarling dog a
