Chapter 127

“I’m sorry. Yes, husband.”

I realized she wasn’t sobbing, pleased with the knowledge she had learned about Renner, and approved of my relationship with Tal. Between bites of her sausage, egg, and cheese crab cakes, she said, “There’s something else we need to talk about, Joe. You might find it most interesting.”

“Everything you say is interesting, Cissy. Even when we were children growing up.”

She sipped her coffee, dabbed her napkin at the corners of her mouth, and said, “It’s about the murder of Evan Sting.”

I listened.47: Clay Brown

Cissy had the entire breakfast planned, leaving me in the dark. I was a fool not to understand her hushed antics, but sometimes brothers let their guards down when they shouldn’t. After her comment, she looked at her cellphone, typed a quick message, lifted her head, and confessed, “Someone else will be joining us this morning, if you don’t mind.”