Ryder half narrows his eyes at me.
"Why are you asking Brent about Krystal?"
"Um, nothing."
"Camille, what does Brent have to do with Krystal? I want to know."
His stern eyes are on my face, so I opt to say the truth.
"The perfume."
Brent scoffs.
"Haven't we been through this talk already?"
"Brent, where is my sister?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?"
"Her perfume is on you, a day after she mysteriously went missing. Would you like to explain that?"
"I don't owe you any explanations, Max."
"I think you do. If you don't tell me how Krystal's perfume got on you, again, I'll force the truth out of you."
"You're going to punch me?"
"Maybe, and I'll make your wife watch."
"I have a feeling she'd enjoy that."
"That's the whole point. Now, tell me about Krystal."
"I saw h
