Adrian more than a refusal would have.
“Arthur, four years ago I walked into my parents’ library and heard you discussing Daniel Keane with my father and Caroline.”
No response.
“You remember.”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
Arthur’s voice became firmer.
“Speak to your father.”
“I’m asking you.”
“And I am advising you to speak to Graham.”
“As my family’s attorney?”
“As someone who has known you since you were six years old.”
Adrian closed his eyes.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I cannot answer every question simply because you finally know which questions to ask.”
The line remained quiet.
Then Arthur said something unexpected.
“Where is Marissa?”
Adrian opened his eyes.
“You know Marissa?”
Another pause.
“That was not what I asked.”
“She’s here.”
“Working?”
“Yes.”
Arthur sounded genuinely shaken.
“Since when?”
“Seven months.”
“Good Lord.”
Adrian’s grip tightened around the telephone.
“You knew Daniel’s wife?”
“I knew of her.”
“
