“The corporate compliance board will fire me from my marketing position by Friday afternoon.”

Through the kitchen window, I saw Sloan load two cardboard boxes into the trunk of her car and drive down the wet street alone.

“My career is everything I spent twenty years building,” Mark said, looking up at me with open panic in his eyes.

“A criminal record destroys my standing in this town.

You know what it took for me to get into this neighborhood.”

David stepped between the quartz island and me and set his leather folder on the edge of the counter.