"It's a bold thing to say, sure," Jack said, leaning back casually in his chair, "but yours was an even bolder thing to do when someone's watching."
Noah's expression didn't change. His voice didn't rise.
But something in the air shifted. It was subtle, yet heavy enough to make Jack's next words hitch in his throat for a moment.
Jack forced himself to continue, riding his own adrenaline high. "I saw it with my own eyes."
Noah tilted his head slightly. "Saw what?"
Jack's voice lowered, almost gleeful now. "That night. The night Galahad Lawless died."
"I saw you, Noah. I saw you climbing into his room through the window."
"I saw the fire. The light. And then…" He smiled, tapping two fingers against the table. "Silence. You left, and he was dead."
Noah said nothing for a moment. Then, slowly, almost lazily, he smiled.
Jack blinked, thrown off by the reaction. "You think that's funny?"
Noah's voice was calm as ever.
"So, let me get this straight," he said.
