Chapter Seven
After ten minutes, Bob and Mary came out of the kitchen, hand in hand, and walked towards me at the dining table. I saw their faces were stern. Their manner was stiff.
“Mister Dallas, as difficult as it is for us to relive this tragedy, we understand the reason for you, and in the end for all of us, to try and find out the truth,” Bob said.
Mary spoke up and said, “We both are here to help you, in any way we can.”
I was relieved and so was Janet. A small grin of acknowledgement broke across my face. It was now time to allow me to do what I did best.
“Thank you both.”
I stood up and shook Bob and Mary’s hands. We all sat back down around the dining table.
“Now Mister Saunders…”
“Call me Bob, please, Mister Dallas.”
“Okay, Bob, the first thing I want to do is arrange a
