Forcing His Hand

As Chris shifted uncomfortably beside me, I could sense the weight of his unease. His attempt to deflect my questions raised some suspicions in me but I tried to put it aside for now.

“The gold,” I repeated, my voice steady despite the turmoil stirring within me. “What do you know about it?”

He chuckled as he raised an eyebrow. “The gold that my family stole?” He ran his hand through his hair, some of his confidence returning. “Why do you say it like that? Who even told you that we stole gold?”

Fallon had already explained it all to me, and she had even given me all the evidence I would need if there were any doubts left in my mind.

“So you know about the gold?”

He hesitated, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. “Linda, I…I don’t know much about it. It’s just a rumor, a story that has been passed down through my family. I never thought much about it, and I’m surprised that you even know about it.” He shrugged lightly.

I studied his face, searching for any sign of deception. But