BRENT WILLIAMS
"Yes. The night before her eighteenth birthday, Gillian Vanderson snuck out to meet her boyfriend. They were both killed when his motorcycle hit an embankment." Lillie's voice softened as she spoke and she turned away, obviously searching for a distraction. She moved to the sink with its dirty dishes, opened the dishwasher, and started loading.
Brent kept quiet. Sometimes the most effective tool to encourage someone to talk was to stay silent.
The dishes clinked, clanked, and slid into the wire slots with teeny bangs. When she'd finished with the dishes, she took paper towels and wiped out the sink, then scrubbed the counter.
After tossing the towels into the trash, Lillie looked at him, a tight smile creasing her lips. "All I know about the Vandersons is what I read in the paper."
