Taking a deep breath, I finally voiced the question I had been holding back.
"Rodolf, about Connor's death..."
Rodolf barely hesitated before replying. "Oh, right. I have no idea who killed him."
I frowned. "Then what exactly did you mean when you said you knew something about it?"
He exhaled through his nose, arms crossing over his chest. "My brother."
That got my full attention. "Which one?"
Rodolf had two older brothers—Jefer Moonfang and Brian Moonfang. Neither were the type to get involved in petty conflicts, but they weren't saints either.
"Jefer," he said, his tone shifting into something more serious. "He was in contact with Connor a lot—especially in the days leading up to his death. They met multiple times, but I have no idea what they were talking about. It seemed serious, but Connor never told me a thing."
"Are you kidding me? You do know that my brother and Dereck Zestella were found dead together, right?"
