Detective Hanson stood there for a long moment, unable to say a word. He felt as if he had just been doused by ice water. He had not seen that coming and even now that he stood, trying to analyze what Ryan Russet had just said to him, it seemed very unlikely.
And yet, the possibility of Ryan lying about what he was saying was very slim. He had nothing to gain from it. Or had he pushed him so much that this was his only way of avoiding his questioning?
His eyes flickered at Ryan and his brows knitted as he studied Ryan's face.
"I'm telling the truth," Ryan began, as if reading his thoughts. "Whatever happened here that day, I'm sure that wily old MSN had something to do with it."
"And you're sure about this?" He asked. "This is a very serious accusation. If it turns out not to be true, well__" He let his words hang.
