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Chapters (87)
  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CONTENTS
  5. START READING
  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. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  45. CHAPTER FORTY
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
  64. CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
  65. CHAPTER SIXTY
  66. CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
  67. CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
  68. CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
  69. CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
  70. CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
  71. CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
  72. CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
  73. CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
  74. CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
  75. CHAPTER SEVENTY
  76. CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
  77. CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
  78. CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
  79. CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
  80. CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
  81. CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
  82. CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
  83. CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
  84. CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
  85. CHAPTER EIGHTY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“You’ll be hearing from my lawyer.”

I lead her to the door. “Looking forward to it. I suppose I’ll need to make the other photos and that video of you available to the prosecutor.”

She stops in her tracks. “What video?”

I push her out the door.

“The video in which you’re sucking my cock behind the flight line at work. The company logo is right above your head.”

Her mouth hangs open, which in this instance only reminds me of the video.

Nothing comes out. Carrie is stunned. I push one more button.

“You’ll have some major explaining to do on that one,” I tell her. “You were my boss. Not cool, Carrie. You’ll probably get fired for not wearing safety glasses on the factory floor. I’m done, Carrie. So the video will be payback. You fuck with me again, and you’re done too.”

Then I slam the door. That felt great. Better than being with her on the factory floor, that’s for sure.

I go back to the bedroom and continue sorting through my old life, separating out everything having to do with my dead wife.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

KRISTEN

Marcy is late once again. My assistant will offer a pretext concerning her childcare situation, and I’ll tell her everything is fine—even when it isn’t. I have little choice. I know there is nothing worse than a female boss with a disconnect between the challenges of maintaining a career and raising a family. It isn’t easy. I know that. I wonder how I’ll manage the balance between work and home when I have a child of my own. I used to only hope or feel it would happen for me. Now I’m certain. My certainty lets me exhale for the first time in I don’t know how long.

Marcy is a whirlwind of justifications and phony good intentions when she arrives in a striking blue ensemble that she’s never worn to the office. I’m sure she expects me to remark on how pretty the outfit is, but I won’t.

“Sorry,” she offers a final time after laying out her apology, but I really haven’t paid any attention to the nuances of whatever it was that made her miss the first twenty minutes of the day. My mind is elsewhere.

“We need to get up to speed on the Barringer case,” I say.

“Right,” Marcy says, pulling out some files as she catches her breath and finds her way to a chair across from my monolithic desk. “Saw that thing on the news about the creep they think killed Sophie Warner out at Hood Canal.”

“Yes,” I say. Nothing more.

The curtness of my remark appears to trouble her. I can feel her eyes on me as I flip through the papers on my desk. The silence screams at her.

I knew it would.