He took a drink from the brown liquid in his glass. Probably Scotch. Colin used to drink a lot of Scotch. “My father has been meeting with someone. I don’t know who it is.”
“Man? Woman? Black? White? You’ve got to give me something here, Colin.”
“It’s a man. A white man. He has dark hair.”
“Ey
e color?”
“I haven’t seen him close enough to tell.”
“Height?”
“Average.”
“And why do you think this person has anything to do with us?”
Colin held his drink, swirling the amber liquid in the glass. “It’s a feeling.”
I shook my head. “You’re lying. You wouldn’t bring me here and tell me Jade and I have to leave town over a feeling.”
He stared at the mahogany wood of the table. “Like I said, I can’t substantiate anything. Not yet. That’s all I can say.”
“I’m not buying it.”
“You don’t understand. That’s all I can say.” Without moving his head, he looked to the doorway. Someone had entered.
Someone I knew.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Bryce
“We’re done here. At least for now.” I closed the file and regarded Joe. “I can’t deal with this anymore tonight.”
“Amen to that.” Joe stood. “We can talk tomorrow. Most of these files look like dead ends anyway. I’ll let myself out.”
I nodded. I tidied up the desk a little and then headed to my bedroom. Big. Big and empty.
I wanted Marjorie. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to call her.
She didn’t respond, so I called the landline at the main house. “Yeah?” Talon answered.
“I’m trying to reach Marjorie,” I told him.
“Oh? Didn’t she answer her phone?”
“No.”
“I assume she’s in her bedroom. Hold on a minute.”
He hadn’t asked why I wanted to talk to her. Why should he? We were all adults.
“She’s not in her room,” Talon said. “Jade hasn’t seen her.”
Worry boiled in my gut. “It’s after nine.”
“I know. I don’t like this. Not with everything that’s going on. I’m going to try texting her.”