“You don’t want to keep your young supermodel wife waiting,” Abby replied, sarcasm dripping from her tone. “In your absence, she might find a younger man.”
“Maddie is a respected doctor.”
“Whatever, she’s fifteen years younger than you. No fool like an old fool. That’s what my dad used to say.”
This wasn’t a conversation Tanner wanted to be having.
“Email me the list,” he said, wanting an end to this meeting. “I’ll talk to Jason and Logan and get back to you. Since my schedule is so packed, they’ll probably lead the investigation.”
Abby’s eyes narrowed and she dropped her cigarette butt into a half-empty water bottle on the coffee table.
“You’re not going to get any peace from the reporters until Marty’s death is solved. You might as well just admit it, Tanner. The murder is going to hang over your campaign like a shadow, making it difficult if not impossible for you to talk about the issues. Your number one priority should be finding his killer. Only then are you going to be able to get back to business as usual.”
Tanner had a terrible feeling that she was right.