“I understand why you had to leave like that. One of Dr. Gautier’s assistants spilled the beans about what Dr. G. was up to. The good doctor wasn’t happy when word got out, let me tell you.”
“I can imagine. Was the assistant fired?”
Gunther shrugged, but he looked uneasy. “I guess.” He went to her and cupped her cheeks. She thought he was going to kiss her, but then he dropped his hands. “I…uh…I have to tell you what happened to Phillips. Why you don’t have to worry about him.” He ran both hands through his hair, leaving it disheveled. “The thing is, I don’t want you to think badly of me.”
“Gunther.” This time she was the one who cupped his cheek. “I never would.”
“Not even after I tell you the reason Phillips was unable to give Deuce that information was because Phillips was dead? That I killed him?”
“Gunther!” She couldn’t catch her breath. This kind, gentle man…What had she done to him?