Thanks again for today and for being so cool about working with my dad.
“Who’s his dad?”
Andrew had no way around this but the truth, and he stared at his plate of noodles in longing as he let his hands drop back to his lap. “Isaac Ford.”
“What?”
“We’re working on this job together.”
“Are you kidding me? That kid is Ford’s son?”
“Steve—”
“At what point were you going to tell me that we have two obvious suspects in front of our faces?”
“It wasn’t either of them.” Andrew jerked forward. “Dalton checked out, and Ford would not do that to his son.”
A nasty huff left Steven in disbelief. “You ever stop to think they might have planned this together?”
“They are helping me with the case.”
“Or maybe you’re just putting blind faith in a man who should be back in prison.”
“Youhelped him cut a deal.”
“For the greater good. That doesn’t mean he’s reformed.”
“So what would? Immaculate conception?”