CHAPTER SEVEN
“I will need those names, though,” James insisted in a stern tone of voice, watching the older man steadily. He did not want to allow the man to hide behind generalities.
“I’ve heard that he had a vocal disagreement with Angus last week,” Lachlan tilted his head towards the other end of the terrace, where his friend sat, a cloud over his head. “I’ve heard that it ended in a fistfight,” he added after a few moments of consideration. “Angus is a good mate of mine, but it is no use to cover the facts,” the man shrugged. “Someone else would have told you about that anyway,” he explained, rationalizing the fact that he gave his buddy away.
“Why did they fight?” James asked, and his fingers fidgeted slightly around the chair armrests.
The thrill of discovery always electrified
