CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“WAIT IN HERE PLEASE, Detective Lewis.” Tran showed Winston into Jonathan’s lounge the next day. “Can I get you anything?”
“No, thanks.” Winston observed the magnificent space highlighted with bright orange and green furniture that offset the beige walls. “Jonathan loves color it seems.” He walked across the gold and red spiral rug to the limestone fireplace. “It’s beautiful. Bet he had the best decorator in the world.”
“Many people had a hand in decorating and building this place.”
“It’s something.” Winston sat on the orange couch, checking out the lime-green drapes on the ceiling-to-floor windows. “Is he coming out soon because I need to get back to the station.”
“Oh, I’m sorry if there was a misunderstanding, but you won’t be speaking to Jonathan. He’s rather bus
