If my prediction was right, the file the killer took from Roman was tied directly to the medical malpractice Jane had mentioned.
I was gambling everything on this hunch, but Roman couldn't afford the ruin of his career if the proof of that malpractice surfaced—not with the upcoming chairman election hanging over him.
"W–what are you talking about?" His voice trembled.
"Someone attacked you a while back, didn't they? I'm sure he took something valuable from you."
He opened his mouth, hesitant, choosing his words like he was walking on glass to avoid slipping.
Then, predictably, he said, "I don't understand what you're talking about at all. You must have heard something wrong."
He rubbed the back of his neck, a dead giveaway that he had done something bad and was lying through his teeth.
