Twenty-Four
“I STILL DON’T KNOW why I was brought here, Mr. Conway.”
Late Monday morning, Helen and I are sitting in Gladys’ office, watching a visibly nervous Rick Richardson about to be interviewed by Dan.
“Why aren’t you interviewing Rick?” I ask Helen.
“Because Dan knows Rick,” Helen says. “He’s a member of the Knights, joined before he left for college. I thought he’d be more comfortable talking to someone he knows.”
I shake my head. “Helen, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“Tom,” she says firmly, “I’ve told you before that things like this are my call, and you’re not to interfere.”
“I’m not interfering,” I say. “I’m just not sure it’s a good idea for a father of a little girl to interview someone who may have been acting inappropriately with his stepsister.”
Helen looks up a
