I looked away first.
“That sounds like another lawyer answer.”
“No,” he said. “That one was personal.”
The air between us changed slightly.
I opened the passenger door myself before he could do it for me.
“Don’t make this strange.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You were about to.”
This time he smiled.
On the drive back, my mind went to the question I hadn’t asked yet.
Miss Lang.
“Can I ask you something?” I said.
“You can.”
“That doesn’t mean you’ll answer.”
“No.”
At least he was honest.
“Who was Miss Lang?”
His hands stayed steady on the wheel.
“That’s not for you to worry about.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s the answer I’m giving.”
I looked out the window.
Controlled.
Careful.
Too careful.
“Is she connected to my case?”
“No.”
That came immediately.
Good.
At least that part m
