This was it. The conversation I'd been avoiding.
"I suspect them of being involved in a murder," I said carefully. "I'm trying to get to the root of all this. The moment I have solid evidence, the moment I understand the full picture, I'll let you know everything."
"A murder?" Her eyes widened. "Whose murder?"
"I can't tell you that yet. Not until I'm certain."
She stared at me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "Alright."
The acceptance in her voice surprised me. I'd expected more questions, more demands for information.
"Just promise me something," she said quietly. "When you do find out the truth, you'll tell me."
"I promise."
She picked up her spoon again and took another sip of soup. The silence between us felt heavy but not uncomfortable.
"I'm going to be busy today," I
