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This is none of your concern.â
I placed my hands on my hips. âItâs most definitely my concern. Iâm responsible for everything that happens on Barton Farm, and Gavin is my employee.â
Gavin scowled at his father. âDonât worry, Kelsey. He was just leaving.â
Webber glared at Gavin. âIâll leave when Iâm ready.â
âDad, the Farm is closed, and you shouldnât be here. Like you said, we should talk about this when I get home. Iâm almost done here, and I can tell you what the police said.â
âThe police?â Webber barked.
I glanced at Hayden, who was watching the argument with rapt attention.
âPlease keep your voices down. I donât want my son to overhear this conversation.â I gave them both a stern look. âThe police were here today and questioned my employees. We were the last ones to see Beeson alive.â I kept a close eye on Webberâs reaction.
Webber looked at this son, looking genuinely concerned for the first time. âDid the police talk to you?â he asked.
Gavin sighed. âYes.â
âWhat did you tell them?â
âWhat they wanted to know. The detective already knew about the argument I had with Conrad at the last Sap and Spile meeting.â
Webber ran his hand through his hair. âYou shouldnât have said a word until we spoke to a lawyer.â
âA lawyer? Dad, do you think I killed Conrad?â
âNo, of course I donât, but a lawyer will stop you from saying anything stupidâlike you did at the last meeting when you got into that argument with him.â
Even to my ears, Webberâs denial that he suspected his son wasnât that convincing. Clearly, Gavin picked up on the doubt because he said, âDad, I still have work to do. Iâll see you at home.â
Webber clenched his jaw. âFine. Come straight home after youâre finished here. We have much to discuss before the meeting tonight.â
Gavin went back into the sugarhouse without another word.
Webber marched away from the sugarhouse, and I followed him. âMr. Elliot?â
He turned when he reached the pebbled path but didnât slow down. âWhat is it?â
âI know youâre worried about Gavin. I am too.â
âPlease, youâre just his boss. Donât pretend you know my son.â
I stepped back as if heâd slapped me.
As a parting shot, he added, âAnd donât come to the meeting tonight. You arenât wanted.â He stomped down the path.
I let him go, but I was more determined than ever to be at the Sap and Spile meeting.
Gavin stepped out of the sugarhouse, closing and padlocking the door behind him. He waved to Hayden, who was still playing tag with Tiffin in the trees, before walking over to me. âIâm sorry about my dad barging in like that. Heâs worried. Thatâs all. I wasnât the easiest kid to raise. He did it on his own. My mom walked out when I was in preschool.â
âOh, Gavin, Iâm sorry.â
He shrugged. âIt is what it is. Just donât be angry with my dad for stomping in here, okay?â
âHe and I can make up at the Sap and Spile meeting tonight,â I said.
Gavin shook his head like I hadnât understood a word heâd just said. âKelsey, you canât come to the meeting. Itâs for members only.â
âThey can make an exception under the circumstances, donât you think?â
âYou donât know these people.â He zipped up his coat.
âWhat time is the meeting?â I asked.
He sighed. âSeven, and the only reason Iâm telling you is because I know youâll come no matter what. But what are you going to do about Hayden? He canât come. No kids allowed. The men at Sap and Spile take the business of maple sugaring very seriously.â
âLet me worry about Hayden,â I said, hoping my father
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