“Good, you should, because they’re damn serious. As to your family having nothing to do with mine? You’re going to need to reevaluate that when I’m done. A couple of months ago your son showed up at our inn. He told Hope you had an offer for her, a big fat one to lure her back. That’s your business, and I can’t blame you for trying. She’s damn good at what she does. Then he made her a side offer. She comes back to him, too, and he’ll take care of her. He’ll set her up, make it worth her while.”

A red flush—temper or embarrassment—rose onto Wickham’s cheeks. “If you think you can come in here—”

“I’m going to finish, Mr. Wickham. She turned him down. If you knew her at all you’re not surprised by that. She left here because he’d lied to her, cheated on her, used her. And when she learned he was going to marry someone else, she got out of the way. But that’s not enough for some.”

“What was, or is, between your employee and my son is their business.”

“There’s no is, and you know it.” Ryder could see it. “He, and his crazy wife, made it my business. Today, this morning, your son’s wife made the trip to Boonsboro, to our inn. She drives a red BMW Roadster, this year’s model. She had on mile-high shoes with red soles and one of those sleeveless jobs that looked like someone painted a garden on it. You could probably check on her wardrobe choice this morning if you need to verify. She caused a scene on our property. I witnessed this myself, as did a number of others. She yelled accusations, threats. She thinks Hope’s sleeping with your son again, which I can guarantee she’s not—but he’s sure as hell sleeping with somebody not his wife. Women know. She topped it off by physically assaulting Hope, and wouldn’t stop or leave until we threatened to call the cops.”

A visible heaviness settled over Wickham, and sounded in his voice when he spoke. “Sit down, Mr. Montgomery.”

“No thanks.”

“Jerald.” Wickham waved to the security guard, who slipped quietly out of the room.

Wickham himself rose, turned to the window overlooking the back garden and patio of his hotel. “I’m not comfortable discussing my family with you. I’ll only say I have no reason not to believe you.”

“That saves time, too.”

“Were the police called? Have charges been filed?”

“Not yet.”

“What do you want?”