Twenty-One
“Oh, Alastair…have you really been thinking the Berensons were involved in the crash? You never said anything.” In the brewery kitchen, Ruthie heaped braised greens on a plate and slid it toward Alastair.
She was trying her absolute best to act as if everything was normal between her and Alastair, but she could feel the strain in every word. Things weren’t normal and might never be so again.
“I’d let it go until Waverly came here. Especially after the investigation was completed. Now I’m remembering how terrible the Berensons are, and all those old suspicions came back. It’s a nightmare, Ruthie. I wish she’d never come here.”
He rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. He looked stressed and grumpy, as if the weight of the world was on him. Inheriting millions should m
