Jarr said, “Nolan didn’t like the property. He said he wanted something grander and more spectacular. He had no intention of buying the property after seeing it once.”
“Did he see it the day that Richter met him in your office?”
“He did. And he loathed it. He called it inadequate, if I remember correct.”
“But he didn’t loathe my lover, did he?”
He reached out and took one of my hands and placed it in his own. He provided the hand with a quick squeeze and said, “I’m sorry about all of this, David. Had I known at the time what dangers lurked ahead, I would have never asked Richter to bring the file to my office.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s Richter’s fault. He should have told me when he met Nolan and about the affair they started together and carried out. You have nothing do with that. I’m not blaming you, and you shouldn’t blame yourself.”
“But—”
I cut his words off with, “There are no buts. I just want to thank you for telling me about Nolan and my husband. I owe you.”