Grant

“I can’t agree to that.” My voice cut through the room. “Is there a lead? Was it family that did that to my wife?”

Across from me, my father leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, unreadable as ever. “No. Not yet. But it’s not the kind of news we want swirling around.”

My jaw clenched. “So the culprit just walks free? After an attempted murder?”

“I’m not saying that,” he said calmly, like we were discussing stock reports. “I’m saying, we cooperate ...