No one moved.
“As I thought,” Jack said. “None of you are man enough to admit the truth, so we need to figure it out.”
“Which one of you is the spy who sold the story to the tabloids?” Sara looked at Byon.
“It wasn’t me,” he said. “But how much do they pay?”
“You should find out,” Clive said. “Your bank account is so low that—”
“Why you lying sneak. I’ll report you to—” Byon began.
“Stop!” Jack ordered, then ran his hand over his face. “If I had a gun, I’d fire it.”
“Americans,” Byon muttered.
Jack gave him a look to shut up. “We need to figure this out. We have given ourselves the rest of the weekend. On Monday at 4:00 p.m., we turn it all over to the police. Whether we give them a person who is a murderer or just hand over the masses of information that we’ve gathered is up to you. Are you going to help us or are you going to continue to bicker?”
They looked like they were considering the matter. Only Willa spoke up. “I’ll help. How about if I retrace my steps that night?” She gave Clive a little smile. “I’ll show you where I was and where other people weren’t.”
“Looks like we have a lamb to burn.” Byon was looking at Clive. “I’ll get rosemary for seasoning.”
“Can the rest of you show us what you did that night?” Kate asked.
“Of course.” Nadine was holding her daughter’s hand.
“It’ll be useless,” Byon said. “Without Nicky, there’s nothing.”
“Who did he fight with?” Jack asked. “How did his face get smashed?”
They all looked straight ahead and said nothing.
Jack threw up his hands. “Your choice. We’re not going to beg you to tell us.”
Sara stepped forward. “We’re not going to reenact an English murder mystery. We aren’t going to plead with you to tell us what you know, then you say, ‘How dare you?’ It doesn’t work that way. You tell us or not. But what we do get, we’ll give to the police.”
“If we don’t have a murderer by Monday, the tabloids will speculate on each one of you,” Jack said.
“I’m sure they’ll be as kind to you as they were to me,” Sara said. “That should be fun, right, Byon?” Her vision of headlines pointing out Byon’s failed career seemed to project itself to him. His face turned a yellowish-green.
“None of us wants that,” Willa said.
“Afraid your siblings will say, ‘I told you so?’” Clive said snidely.
“They’re too afraid I’ll stop paying their bills to say anything bad to me.” Willa gave a little smile.
Clive’s face lost its smirk and looked at her with interest.
“Love is in the air,” Byon said.
“And the color is green.” Nadine stood up. “I need time to digest all of this.” She looked at her daughter. “We’ll discuss this and decide what to do. Are we free to go or have we been imprisoned?”
Jack gestured toward the big doors in the back. “Go to London for all I care. I’m sure no one will even hint that you murdered a man who was bribed by your father.”
Nadine gave Jack a look that nearly set his hair on fire. Then she put her nose in the air and left the chapel.
Quietly, the others followed. Even Byon seemed to have nothing to say.
When they were alone again, Jack, Kate and Sara looked at each other as they started putting away the video equipment.