The anger drained out of her as fast as it had come, and left something raw behind. She sat down again. Her whole body felt like a bruise.
"Is there anything else?" she asked, knowing that there was something more.
She watched him decide.
"Aye," he said at last. "There are things Duncan and I are still piecin' together about him. I canna say them yet, because I'd only be guessin', and I willna hand ye a guess and call it the truth. When I know, ye'll know."
Riley studied his face, trying to see if he was hiding something from her. She had spent years learning to read when a man was lying to her. This was not that. This was something stranger, a man standing beside a closed door and telling her plainly that it was there.
"You're not lying," she said slowly.
"No."
"But you're not telling me everything."
"No. No' yet."
