David said after Morton Silva left. “You don’t believe him, huh?” “Of course it’s possible,” he surprised her by saying. He began to pace. “There’s just no way to know yet, I guess.” Andi wrapped her arms around herself. It pained her that he had to deal with all of this darkness from his past. “It would have been my dad,” David told her, saying what she hadn’t dared to suggest. “His temper…the way he fooled around…there’s no question. If she was murdered, it would have been by him.” His green eyes stared at nothing. Andi knew what he was thinking. She wanted to scream, You’re nothing like him! But she didn’t even want to acknowledge the comparison out loud. “He could get away with it. He could be very charming. Everyone liked him until they really, really got to know him.” He stopped short. “You know what?
