Chapter Twenty-Two
After recovering from that whammy, I blew out a breath. “I don’t suppose you’ve been able to extract anything positive?”
“If there was, I doubt the forensic accountant would have gone to the lengths he did to keep the details he collected in the journal safe.”
No arguing there. It had cost the man his life.
“What else? I can tell there’s more.” I caught his eyes and held them, noting that they had a softness that wasn’t always present.
“Are you sure you want to know?”
I didn’t, but I had to know, so I mustered my best stiff upper lip and offered him a single nod.
He absently dusted nonexistent crumbs off the counter. One might have thought he was about to divulge Martha Stewart’s Top 10 Housecleaning Tips. Though domestic goddess I was not, I almost wished it were
