There was no response from him, making me feel more anxious yet I waited. “Faith,” he pleaded in a low voice.
I quickly disengaged myself from him and was glad he didn’t restrain me. Facing him, I could clearly see guilt written all over his face. “Did you continue your investigation?”
Luther reluctantly nodded, and panic and anger surged through me. “And?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“Faith,” he pleaded again while attempting to hold me, but I swatted away his hand.
“Tell me,” I commanded with my expression not wavering a bit.
Swallowing hard, he looked at me with a hopeless expression. “You grew up in a small community in Detroit. And your mother…she left you and your younger brother when you were 15 to your drug-addict father. When you turned 18, you ran away and worked…in a cl
