“Have you heard anything about Joseph Kerr? Anything at all?”
Jonathan leaned back, glancing away, an edge to his tone. “The search continues. I’ve not heard of any sightings, not of him, or his sister, or his grandfather. Even their maid has disappeared.”
“I know you dislike him, Jon, but —”
“Dislike is the wrong word. I’ve seen what he’s done — is still doing — to you. What he’s done to other women. What he’s been accused of, is being accused of to this day.”
“Could he not be innocent, though? Is it possible all this talk is only talk? Slander? How can you cast him aside on rumor? He’s been your friend, Jon. And he’s only shown me the very best.”
He faced me. “On this matter, we can never agree. Yes, he’s been cordial. But I don’t trust him. And I’ve seen the anguish of the women he
