Ruelle wondered what had happened three nights ago. She noticed her father's throat bob and for a brief second he looked like he didn't want to be here. To escape the weight of Lucian's gaze boring into him like a blade finding flesh but then his expression hardened.
Mr. Belmont folded his arms against his chest and replied, "I already told you. I was running from the debt collector. It was in the town of Dunwich."
"What was his name? The debt collector?" Lucian's voice remained mild, almost conversational. But there was a predator's patience in it.
"It was Hemingway. Jack Hemingway," Mr. Belmont answered before adding, "You can ask him."
"And you were alone?" Lucian asked.
For a moment, something flickered behind Mr. Belmont's eyes. "Of course I was alone," he replied. "Who else would be with me?"
