Helen Melendy expected Harry Hall to shut the door and accompany her back inside, but instead he walked out of the room with her.
"Weren't you going to talk to me? Let's talk in the study."
His gaze toward Leanne Richards was as if he were looking at a stranger with no relation, no—Leanne felt that his attitude made her even more uneasy than dealing with strangers.
Once in the study, before Harry Hall could speak, Leanne Richards quickly said:
"Harry, believe me, really, I didn't deliberately push Helen down the stairs last night."
"Mm, I know."
Harry Hall sat down on the sofa, his fingers casually tapping his thigh, his emotions indistinguishable.
Leanne Richards had assumed Harry Hall would never believe she hadn't done it on purpose, and hearing his response left her momentarily incredulous.
Following that was a wave of joy she dared not freely express.
She tugged at her already disheveled hair, making herself appear even more worn.
