Andrew and Lisa sat at the dining table in the mansion, glasses of wine cradled in their hands. Lisa had changed out of her wedding dress and into a tank top and yoga pants, and Andrew had undone the tie and removed the jacket of his three-piece suit. Andrew patiently watched Lisa, while Lisa stared absently into her red wine.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Andrew asked.
“Why did she have to do that?” Lisa snapped. Tears dripped down her face and into her wine, sending ripples through the liquid.
“Who?” Andrew said, feigning ignorance.
“Crystal! I know that she was the one who set the cops on Bob.”
“You don’t know that for certain—”
“Don’t try to protect her, Father. No one else would have a reason to. And for the exact charge that she was accused of…”
“And cleared of,” Andrew remi
