Fifty-One Hours
I’m telling you that I know, so that we can skip the part where you find out how much I know, because I’ve watched you do that at work and I’m not doing it in my kitchen.
“What I want from you tonight is one thing, and it’s not an apology.
I want you to tell me why you didn’t come downstairs.”
And then I stopped talking, which took everything I had.
Davis Renfrew sat at our kitchen table and did not say anything for about forty seconds.
Then he put both hands flat on the table and said, “Okay.”
And then he said: “Can I ask you one thing first and then I’ll answer anything you want for as long as you want.”