Richard
She turns back to me, hard-eyed, but then relaxes a little.
“Alright, Mr Haswell. Since it’s you…”
That’s something….
…. How angry with me is she?
I turn to Corby. “I’d like you to leave, now. We’ll rearrange the interview for another day, and with another officer.”
His face flushes, but he nods, returning to the conference room to gather his notes. Michael starts to speak but I press a finger to my lips, rolling my eyes at the door. He nods and then waits, standing ramrod straight, hands in pockets.
His lips a flat line, Corby exits, and I watch through the internal window to be sure he’s entered the elevator. Then I turn to Charlotte. “I promise you that I knew nothing about that.”
Corby gone, some of her tension is easing, her eyes softening. “I believe you, but you can’t give the guarantee I’m looking for, can you?”
Oh, crap…
“No, I can’t.”