“Because there’s more.”
Of course there was.
I almost laughed.
“There’s always more with him, apparently.”
Thomas did not smile.
This time, when he reached into his briefcase, he removed a sealed folder marked:
ANNA MARLOWE REED HALE — PERSONAL.
My stomach tightened.
“What now?”
“Richard asked me to give you a choice.”
“What choice?”
“You may stop here.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“What you know is enough to understand the trust and Richard’s actions.
The contents of this file are different.”
“How?”
“They concern your parents’ deaths.”
My heartbeat changed.
