Grafalk had told me the truth, Bledsoe’s anger told me that. ‘I’m only guessing,’ I said. ‘I just wondered why you smashed a wine glass because Grafalk talked about where you went to school.’
‘I see.’ Bledsoe gave a short laugh.
‘Did you tell Sheridan to damage my car while we were at dinner?.
Bledsoe pushed back his chair. ‘Ask him yourself’ He left the bridge, banging the door behind him.