Chapter Eleven
Tuesday, 11:26 a.m.
“OK, I think this meeting is over,” Detective Sharp said with a pointed look at Owen.
Owen nodded. “Ah, yes. I do believe we’ve covered everything.” He handed Barry’s will to Ethan, who tucked it back into its manila folder.
“Thank you for your time,” the detective said to the lawyer. “And sorry again for the late start.” Sergeant Poole had the good grace to blush. “Do you mind if the sergeant and I borrow the room for a few minutes?”
“Be my guest,” Owen said as he rose from his seat. “But I really must get going. I have an important client call I already had to reschedule. Come along, Ethan.”
His son trailed after him as he left the conference room for the privacy of his office. Ethan’s lips twitched in a weak smile as he passed me on the way out.
