ROBYN
“Isn’t he still on sick leave?” I muttered.
Spade put the speaker on and placed the phone on the counter with his fists turned white in anger.
“Yes, honey. He is,” Lex replied.
Spade went on in a full accusatory tone. “Did you give him money?”
“He said he would attend the meeting and was strong enough to drive and walk. I believed him,” Lex said calmly.
“f**k. I know this would happen.” He breathed through his nose, his jaw clenching. “Then he might just walk to a liquor store instead.”
“I did not give him money, son, and before you judge him, where would he go? The car is still parked down the building. Nothing’s missing and disturbed in his apartment.” Lex explained. Frustration was thick in his voice.
Spade groaned, scratching his beard. “I told you, Dad. You can’t trust
