Morgan, I hope you understand the urgency of this situation. Clyde Benson has been murdered and Billy Masterson has gone missing. I really hope I don’t have to keep repeating myself because that’s going to use up time that I don’t have and will most likely, get someone else killed. So, let’s agree to stop wasting each other’s time and just answer my questions.” I kept my arms firmly crossed. He can make as much sense as the next guy, but one thing’s for sure, the devil can quote scripture, too. Just because his logic was sound doesn’t mean he isn’t dangerous and I couldn‘t trust him. “Ms. Morgan?” “Clyde was a friend,” I said through clenched teeth. I was never good at being lectured to especially from an enemy. “Just a friend?” “Yeah, just a friend.” “How did you two meet?” “What does that have to do with anything?” I asked feeling more and more like a suspect in a homicide investigation instead of the victim with a Hunter sitting right across the table.
