Chapters (40)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Praise
- Booklist
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Epilogue
- 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.”