“We could be here for months if I listed all the man's enemies, Kellan.”
Constance and I discussed all the possibilities within Hiram's family and court cases he'd presided over. None of the potential theories seemed likely. “Is there anything you can tell me?”
“I've deliberately kept the man out of range for my gifts to see the truth. I don't want to think about him now that he's gone.” She offered to refill my coffee cup, but I declined since I needed to track down Percy Klein. “I have only one hint of a sign that means very little to me.”
“What's that?” I asked while trekking to the door.
“Hiram stabbed someone in the back. The victim wanted revenge. The gavel of justice fell swiftly, only the old judge wasn't the one to render a verdict this time.” Constance could tell me no more.
