“There’s nothing I can say to make this any easier, Miss Hastings. But if it helps at all, I want the truth as badly as you do. If my son was involved with your father’s murder, I will know it. I won’t give up until I have all the answers for myself, as well as for you.”
Emily was taken aback. Could she really mean that? No. That was impossible. Any mother would first and foremost want to protect her child, even if that child was a grown man. “Talk is cheap, Mrs. Colby-Camp.”
“That’s why I’m here,” the man spoke up, reminding Emily of how Victoria had referred to him. He moved a step in Emily’s direction and offered his hand. “I’m Daniel Marks. Victoria has hired me to investigate this case. I’m not employed by the Colby Agency. Victoria and I have never met before today. I have no reason not to be objective. You have my word on that.”
Emily looked from his sincere expression to his hand. “As I said,” she responded with no intention of being polite, “talk is cheap.”
He smiled and something about that smile made her feel a little less manic, a little less certain that somehow the Colby Agency would find a way to clear a killer.
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