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Roger was waiting for us at the car, and once Laney and I said our goodbyes, we were on our way. I was surprised Roger didn’t ask about our relationship, but he was distracted, quiet. When we reached the interstate, he said, “My sister is with Dad now.”
Before I could ask which one, he added, “Deidre. Everyone else is on the way. Everyone who’ll come, I mean.”
It sounded like his family dynamics were as complicated as my own. No wonder, with so many siblings from so many different backgrounds. “Do you want me to drive?” I asked.
“Nice try,” he said with a ghost of a smile.
Conversation tapped out, I pulled my notes from my bag to review. Yes, I am one of those privileged souls who does not get carsick while reading. It’s a handy skill for an investigator, even more so when I worked
