CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“I suppose you do have something to share,” James turned to Jo, raising one of his brows. “Please, feel free to do so,” he invited her with a wave of his hand.
Jo narrowed her eyes to slits, ready to jump to his jugular, but then she thought better. It was not worth the mess.
“Well, I did find out a few things that deserve our attention, I think,” she replied haughtily.
“All right, then,” James nodded, waving his hand again.
“First of all, besides Grant, no one visited the Walsh house. I asked several neighbours, and most of them are old people. They like to spend time gossiping. Apparently, they have known each other for a few decades at least,” the woman fluttered her fingers. “Anyway, every single one of them was sure that no one visited Ian Walsh. Ever," Jo cu
