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Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise
  4. Booklist
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. Chapter Twenty-Six
  32. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-One
  37. Chapter Thirty-Two
  38. Chapter Thirty-Three
  39. Epilogue
  40. Dear Reader

Hamilton would take his secrets to the grave with him, but Sam was going to figure out what those secrets were, and if she had to shred his vaunted reputation in the process, well, so be it.

Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SAM LEFT THE director’s home less than an hour after she had arrived, placing a call to her husband as she walked to her car. “The cavalry is coming,” she said when he answered.

“What do you mean?”

“Farnsworth, Malone, Hill. They want to talk to Josh.”

“Um, okay.”

“I’m sorry I brought this situation into our home. That was a mistake.”

“Hang on. I’m going into the kitchen.” She heard him moving around. “No, it wasn’t. At the time you thought it was the right thing. You had no way to know his father would end up murdered and you’d be wondering what, if anything, Josh had to do with it.”

“I am wondering. He was off the grid for a few hours today. That’s one of the things we need to talk to him about. When we’re done, I’ll have Malone set up a new place to keep him until we figure this out.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. Brant told me he has a weird feeling about the guy. He’s been watching him like a hawk.”

“Brant is paid to trust those feelings,” Sam said with a sigh. “I really fucked this up. I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, babe. This is your home too and you can invite anyone you want to come here.”

“I shouldn’t have brought my work home with me. If it wasn’t for this goddamned suspension, I wouldn’t have had to.”

“How bad was the scene at Hamilton’s house?”

“Golf-club-to-the-face bad.”

“Jesus. How could someone get at him? Didn’t he have security?”

“Nope.”

“He was arrogant to think he didn’t need it.”

“Like someone else you know?”

“Your words, not mine,” he said with a laugh.

“I’m almost home. Do me a favor and send Scotty up to bed?”

“Yeah, will do. He’s yawning his head off anyway. See you in a few.”

She closed her phone and stashed it in her coat pocket as she pulled up to the security checkpoint and opened the window. “I’ve got some of my colleagues on the way over. MPD Chief Farnsworth, Captain Malone and FBI Special Agent Avery Hill. They’re all on my visitor list, so please let them through.”

“Yes, ma’am.”