They drank in silence. Able to stand it no longer, Ethan spoke first. “Your sister coming home soon?”
Richard jerked as if stung by a wasp. Not knowing why but wanting to ease his boss’s growing discomfort, Ethan shrugged off the importance of the question.
“Saw you both. I was driving along when the two of you went into the pizza place.”
“Remarkable coincidence.”
Something in his voice. Deep. Sardonic. Maybe mistrustful, and there Ethan was thinking he had the market on suspicion. “Not so much. I eat there, too. Your mother shops in Leatherhead.” He took a wild guess. “If Sapphire is trying to avoid her, she should pick a better place.”
“I’ll let her know.” Richard drained his glass in a couple of gulps so large they must hurt his throat. “She’ll be back any day now. Maybe tomorrow.”
