Chapter Twenty-NineRuth trudged home from the tube. The sun had broken through the clouds, and it warmed her back. There was more to Smythe's story, but how could she get him to speak with her again? He tossed her out. Had the idea to steal the items been Nigel's, as Devon claimed? It was easy to blame a dead man. Maybe Smythe was the ringleader, and his son's accident was a convenient way to throw the light onto one of the others.
A chill swept over her, and she stopped in her tracks. Would he have killed his own son? No, the pain in his eyes was too real, and nothing pointed to that logic. She was grasping at straws.
She resumed walking and reached the house. Varis would be home soon. They could sift through the information—perhaps come up with a viable theory. She went inside and jogg
