I chose the chapel because it was the one place and the one moment that could make the truth completely and permanently unspinnable — and against a man whose entire power lay in spinning, that was not vanity.

That was strategy.

The most effective strategy there was.

Chapter 10 — The Chapel

Two weeks after the mountain, the grand chapel at the edge of Helena filled with white lilies and soft organ music and the hushed voices of the wealthy people who had known me.

Brandon stood near the altar in a custom black suit, his head bowed in what I have to admit was a masterful performance of grief.