Frater froze, like an animal in headlights.
“Why?” Rachel asked.
“Because the devilry in his actions depends entirely on a branch of Christian morality that neither I nor Adam aspire to. We talked about it last night. An entertaining evening with a new friend is just that, no more. Not an act of dark against a deity I don’t believe in, and not a betrayal of his family.”
“That’s an interesting comment by Adam,” said Rachel. “Mr Frater, did he tell you to go through Melissa’s room, or did you do it for yourself?”
“I don’t have to tell you anything.” Frater’s voice was spiteful, but his words and his body language accepted all the claims being thrown at him. “I have family support.”
“If family is Adam, you’re out of luck. I just rang Uber-Granny, and you don’t. Nor does he. I don’t care
