"Maybe not all of it—at least not yet. But I won't hide the fact that I'm doing something that benefits just myself."
"Please tell me you're not doing this because you think he has some connection to their deaths."
"You know I'm not," I assured her. "I'm just trying to gather information so he doesn't get blamed."
Her expression softened as she gazed into my eyes. "Do you really care about what happens to him?"
"I don't know what to say." It took every bit of willpower I possessed to meet her gaze. "I guess you'll have to trust me on that."
*****
As we made our way across the street to the hotel, Olive asked, "What exactly did you wish to say once you met Mr. Lance? Did you even want to talk to him?"
"Honestly, I didn't care one way or another whether I spoke to him or not. But it does sound like I may as well, since I already met him once while I was a lot younger."
