Reid studied Michael as the man’s gaze flickered around the room while taking a deep drink of coffee. “I don’t really think you killed her,” Reid said. His lips quirked up. “That’s a bit drastic to stop someone from causing disturbances occasionally.”
“Tempting though, when they happened,” Michael muttered. “But I didn’t.” He finally looked at Reid. “What do you know about…me?”
“It took a lot of searching, but I found out about your stint in jail for assault. Not the details. Only that you did time.”
Michael nodded. “And now you want all the dirt behind that.”
“Only if you want to tell me. I have no intention of publishing anything about that part of your life.”
“Thanks.” Michael stared into his coffee cup. He seemed to be making a decision, with a qualifier, Reid found out. “This is
