Chapter Four
“Jonah didn’t say as much but I got the impression he thought you knew who the man was.” Fenton might have said something prior to that but I think my mind had taken a brief sidebar, as I paused to curse Martin.
“How so?” I asked, my words coming out like molasses as my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.
“I don’t know. He asked questions…vague ones…as though he was trying to lead me to the answer, without actually leading me, if you know what I mean.”
I nodded, though I didn’t. If anything, it felt as though the Congressman was the one on the fishing expedition. And in my experience, when my feelers perked up, it was best to take note and apologize later.
“Well, I don’t know. Who it might have been, that is.” I waved a hand, my voice a heck of a lot calmer and nonchala
