The study was massive, lined with dark mahogany shelves filled with books Daryl doubted the senator had actually read.
Manuel Ford poured himself a drink, then motioned toward Daryl. “Drink?”
Daryl shook his head.
Ford smirked. “You’re cautious. I like that.”
“I have my reasons,” Daryl answered. “Do you still have anything to say, Mr. Senator? We need to file a report on this case.”
Ford sipped his whiskey before speaking. “You and your reports.” He shook his head. “Anyway, I know you’re wondering why you were assigned to this case.”
Daryl didn’t respond, but his silence was answer enough.
Ford set his glass down. “You were recommended by a friend. He said you’re competent. And that you don’t ask too many questions.” His gaze sharpened. “I see now that he was right.”
Daryl narrowed
