Back Fatal Affair
Chapters (46)
  1. Cover
  2. Letter to Reader
  3. Fatal Affair
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Epilogue
  44. Acknowledgments
  45. About the Author
  46. Copyright

Nick mulled that over. “I can’t say I ever did. Maybe they weren’t close. I don’t think Graham and his brother are.”

“Either way, the kid in the picture isn’t his cousin. His mother lied to me today, and his father didn’t refute it. The monthly payments—stretching twenty years—the weekly phone calls, catching his parents in a big, fat lie, the startling resemblance to the senator… It doesn’t take a detective to add it all up, Nick.”

“But why…wait.” He went perfectly still. “One weekend a month.”

Baffled, she said, “Excuse me?”

“He required one weekend a month with no commitments. Usually the third weekend. Never would say what he did with the time. In fact, he was always kind of weird about it, now that I think about it.”

“And you just thought to mention this now? What the hell, Nick?”

“I’m sorry. It was just so much a part of our routine that I didn’t think anything of it until right now.”

“I bet if I do some digging, I’ll find him booked on a regular flight to Chicago.”

All the air seemed to leave Nick in one long exhale. “Why didn’t he tell me? Why would he keep something like this hidden from me? From everyone?”

“I don’t know, but I’m going out there tomorrow to find out.”

“You are?”

“I’m on an eleven o’clock flight.”

“Does she know you’re coming?”

Sam shook her head. “Element of surprise. I don’t want to give her time to put away the pictures or send the kid out of town.”

“And you think this has something to do with his murder?”

“I can’t say for sure until I’ve spoken to the mother, but for some reason they’ve kept him hidden away for twenty years. I want to know why.”

“Politics, no doubt.”

“How do you mean?”

“A teenaged son with a baby would’ve been a political liability to the senator. I should know. As the offspring of teenaged parents, I can attest to the embarrassment factor in a family with zero public presence.”

Sam ached from the pain she heard in his voice.

“Graham O’Connor would’ve wanted this put away in a closet,” he concluded.

“His own grandchild?”

“I don’t think it would’ve mattered. The O’Connor name wasn’t always the powerhouse it is now. He had a few contentious campaigns around the mid-point of his career. If the timing coincided, this could’ve ruined him. He would’ve acted accordingly.”

“At the expense of his own family?”