The Disclosure
For a moment, Michaels’ pale, tear-streaked face was all I could see. Then I felt someone watching me to my left. There in the doorway to my closets, his face just as pale, stood Tony.
Tony looked appalled, his mouth open. “Why would you kill —” he stopped for a moment, and I could see the gears turn as he thought it through.
Both Michaels and Honor sprang to their feet.
I said, “Peedro Sluff?” And I smiled at Tony, held out my hand. “Come here.”
Tony took my hand briefly, then stood behind and slightly on the right side of me, across from Honor. I said, “These men are here at my request. Master Michaels has come to confess.”
I could feel rather than see Tony relax beside me, and he said, “You may sit. Please continue.”
Tony put his hand on my shoulder. I held it as M
