Penelope took a long swig on her drink, and then shivered involuntarily at its taste.
I think I'm getting through to her, Campbell thought sadly. He hated seeing her indecision, her pain that he knew he was causing.
“And just who do you think I am?” she asked in a defiant tone. “How can I trust you to keep what I know a secret? What's to stop you from profiting from the truth?”
Campbell shrugged, and had a drink. “I've protected you so far,” he said finally.
Penelope smiled at this.
Is that a smirk?
“Penelope, I know you have good reason for not trusting anyone but Jiro, but he is dead, and you're either going to have to trust me or kill me. I know, or suspect, the truth already. I could've brought the military or police down on you rather than even bothering to come home. You were i
