“We’ve spent twenty years burying this.

The family can’t survive another scandal.

It will ruin us.” A fist came down on the desk.

“Jennifer is the key,” Dax said.

“And the boy is the last piece we need to make this whole problem disappear.” I pressed a hand over my mouth and backed away on unsteady legs.

The man on the bus had not been a creep chasing a thrill.

He had been trying to steer us clear of something with teeth.