“You drove out here with him.” Daniel’s eyes flicked toward me, then immediately away. He had Eleanor’s eyes, which was unfortunate for both of us. Same pale gray, same tendency to look lighter when he was angry. “You called three times. You left me a message saying there was information relating to my mother’s estate that required my immediate attention. Then I arrive and find the husband sitting here.”
He made the word sound procedural. Not insulting, exactly. More like a disputed fact being entered into evidence.
I curled my fingers around my own coffee mug. It was too hot, but I held it anyway. “She said you still have the recording.”
His hand tightened over the phone.
That was the first answer.
Daniel looked at Julian. “What has he been given?”
Julian’s face barely moved. “A question was put to you.”
