CHAPTER 10
The study was quiet, except for the crackling blaze in the fireplace. The flames from the oil lamps danced around the room. Charley sat on the sofa, watching her mother wedge a handkerchief between her fingers. There was only one twitch of Constance’s fingers that betrayed her nerves about meeting with the Ramseys.
Andy knotted his hands behind his back. “Mother, you don’t have to listen to them. I can have Paris get Pinkertons on this, too.”
“I know that, Andrew. But I intend to hear them out before I hire detectives.” Constance twisted the cloth even tighter.A rap knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Andy called.
The door opened, and Cal walked through, Morgan and Warren behind him. “I brung ‘em like you said.”
“Thanks.” Andy looked at the Ramseys with narrowed eyes. “You two
