Redstone Construction CEO Learns About Blue Envelope in Hospital Recovery Room
She did not look at me or the detective as she walked toward the door.
“I need some air,” she said.
I followed her out into the narrow hallway, the heavy fire door clicking shut behind us.
The corridor was filled with the smell of stale coffee and damp winter coats.
Mia stood near the vending machines at the end of the hall, her forehead pressed against the cold glass.
“I am so sorry I did not believe you, Dad,” she said.
She did not look at me, but her shoulders were shaking under her heavy coat.
“You had no reason to suspect her, Mia,” I said, stepping closer. “She spent twenty-one years building a wall around us. She made sure we only saw what she wanted us to see.”
“I said such horrible things to you in the dining room,” she said. “I called you paranoid.”
“A structural engineer looks for the cracks,” I said. “You were just looking at the paint. That is not your fault.”
She turned around, her face streaked with gray dust from the hallway air.
