"A lot." Edward replied in a low deep voice. His eyes trailed over the girls that he considered liars. The FNBI had nothing on the women in his family, they could dig up information and keep secrets better than any spy in the world.
How long had it taken them to figure out that Cillian was alive? He recalled the first time Phoebe had asked for information on her grandfather. Had she known since then? It certainly explained her persistence on knowing about his death.
And his mother, Edward could not believe that the woman with the biggest mouth in the house in terms of gossip had kept secrets too. Hadn't she burned with anxiety to spill everything?
He had heard her say once that if she knew something, she had to spill, or her mouth would stink. How come it was not stinking now?
