Amelia
"No, I don't think you have."
"Then, how will I know if you can trust him or not?" This isn't making any sense to me. If anything, it's scaring me.
He pauses and lights another cigarette. I'm watching him intently, awaiting his response eagerly. "The day my father was killed, he had a meeting with Howard Brown. They came to an agreement concerning the sale of one of our shares in a renowned company. He was satisfied with the meeting, but my mother wasn't. She told him not to trust him, even though there wasn't any apparent reason for her not to. That very night, he was killed. Shot in his bed while he slept."
Every muscle in my body freezes. I grow cold. Why's he telling me this? f**k, the man who shot his father is Aaron. How can he say this s**t so casually? There's not a h
