"Mr. Lloyd, I swear—I don't know anything!" Mason threw up his hands, playing dumb.

Andrew sneered. "You don't know? I was attacked at your father's funeral... on Ulrich family grounds. And you're telling me you had no idea? Don't you think that's a little far-fetched?"

Mason raised one hand, his face full of conviction. "If you don't believe me, Mr. Lloyd, I swear. If I, Mason Ulrich, have lied to you in the slightest, may the heavens strike me down and may I die a horrible death!"

A clap