Chapter 85

Detective Stone looked at him with a serious expression.

"We're still investigating, sir," he said. "But we have reason to believe that it was someone close to you, someone who knew you well enough to plan this."

Andrew sat down heavily in his chair, his mind reeling from Detective Stone's words.

He reached into his drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to the detective. "You care for some?" he asked, trying to distract himself from the pain.

"No, sir, I'm fine," Detective Stone replied, his voice gentle. "But you need to calm down so we can figure this out."

Andrew chuckled bitterly as he lit his cigarette with practiced ease. "Calm down? I had an accident that almost took my life not up to a day after I got married. It's been months and you're still trying to find who is responsible."

Detective Stone nodded sympathetically. "I understand, sir, but..."

"You do not understand," Andrew interrupted, his voice rising in anger. "I mourned Catherine for three years and