Jasper’s POV.
Clinton had left earlier to meet with a correspondent in my service. No one had been able to produce details concerning Felix’s whereabouts and that bit irked me. I tried dialing the mans phone a couple of times but it went straight to voicemail. I had either of two theories; the fool had been working with Julia and my brother all along, or they’d gotten to him because he was a valuable part of my testimony.
Clinton returned with Mason Duke whose face was drooping with saggy lines of defeat. For a high-profile attorney, he didn’t give me much to be cheerful about in terms of a victory. We were in my study.
I had Mae Rosetta — the cook— serve us with some good wine and watched the man gulp the liquid down like he was a junkie in the middle of a crisis.
“Can I get a refill
