Peter White drew back, but Cody stood his ground, until Seth rammed him hard against the kitchen wall. “Is this necessary?” Savannah asked, hoping to avoid violence between the siblings. “Why did you keep me out of the loop?” Seth demanded. He held Cody by the lapels of his dark suit coat. “If you had information about the murders, why didn’t you let me know?” Cody remained impassively silent. Seth gave him a gentle shake. “Why, dammit?” For Savannah, it all went a little too quickly. Somehow, Seth had gone from being the aggressor, trapping Cody against the wall, to having his arm twisted high behind his back by Cody. “Calm down,” was all Cody said. It was spoken softly, but it was definitely a command. Seth struggled briefly, then surrendered, though Savannah saw a dangerous glint in his ebony eyes. “I’m calm,” Seth relented, then was let free. Savannah was standing over by the green-and-white chair, loading things into an open moving carton. “What are you doing?”
