“You’re right. I don’t.” She tightened her grip on the steering wheel. “Just what do you think was in the safe?”
Owen stared at his hands. “I don’t know. All I know was that I was at the stables this morning, early. I couldn’t sleep last night. When I saw your vehicle, I made my way over. I knew we needed to talk away from the house. What do you make of it?”
“I need time to figure it out.” She needed time and access. Knowledge she couldn’t get if she was no longer in on at least her part of the investigation.
“What are we going to do?”
“You’re going to keep doing what you do, Owen. There’s no reason why this has to ruin your plans for the future. You aren’t involved in anything criminal. You keep working with the horses and your connections to build your team. I believe in your project, and I believe in you.”
“And you? What are you going to do?”
I’m going to face Gramps.“Me? I’m going to get answers.