Eighty

Ruby sat in Cameron’s office at the house and waited for the detective to start whatever it was he was trying to say. He had arrived about ten minutes ago, and Cameron had requested her to be there because she had something to do with what they had discussed.

“First of all, Mr. MacMillan. Are you sure you want her to be here for this?” he asked, glancing at her, and then he said. "I mean, I could explain it to you, and then you can talk to her about it later.”

Ruby wondered what he was trying to hide from her and she was glad that Cameron had called her in as well. Whatever it was, they would hear it together.

After that night, which was a whole week ago, she had been getting nervous about what the findings could be, or how long it might take, but now that it was here, then she would get the closure she had always wanted, the one she desperately needed.

“Don’t worry, detective. This is about her more than it is about me.” He said to him as he settled against the couch she also sat