"What is it?" Gabe asked, his voice firm but controlled.
The detective's expression was grim. "A handkerchief," he said, "a customized white handkerchief with your DNA on it." Detective James said as he placed the handkerchief inside a plastic bag before Gabe. He remembered wiping his sweat with the handkerchief last night. He had dropped it on the royal sofa before going to the throne room to hold the meeting.
Gabe's eyes widened, his mind racing. How did his handkerchief end up at the crime scene? He was certain he had not been there. He had dropped elder Thelma in her house and returned straight home. He did not even get out of the car.
Amby's hand tightened around his, a subtle gesture of support. Gabe glanced over at her, taking in the concern etched on her face. Her touch helped h
