However, the idea of being free had to be just as tempting. “Can I ask why you killed him?”
Amber approached the body and swiped at the pen sticking out of the corpse’s neck, removing any possibility of fingerprints. Castor. It was understandable; the information he held had been his lifeline for so long that the possibility of giving it up had to seem tantamount to suicide. I put it in the lining of a photo of me and my wife in my office.”
“And where is the photo now?”
“Still in my office, I assume,” Castor said. Before the officer could reply, the doors slid open, and the pair left the elevator, took a right, and headed down a corridor well-lit in a warm, incandescent glow.
