Damon Whitfield didn’t wait for permission. He snatched a glass from the table, tipped it back, and drained it in one swallow.
“Seb, just hear me out.”
They had been brothers for years. Damon knew exactly where Sebastian Cole’s limits lay. Otherwise the eldest son of the Whitfield family would never have looked so flustered in front of anyone.
“Talk.” Sebastian had no patience for rambling. He tossed a thin folder into Damon’s lap and calmly sipped his sake.
Damon flipped through the pages. By the time he closed the file his expression had sharpened.
“Leave it to me. I’ll dig up every witness from that year.”
Sebastian’s face eased a fraction. He gave a cold little nod and rested a hand on Damon’s shoulder.
“Don’t disappoint me.”
Damon seized the opening. “Seb… how are things with
