CHAPTER 475

“Keely McKay? We hung around for a while during dart league season last year.”

When the woman’s eyes took on a mean glint, Jessie realized this bar wench probably knew more about Luke’s nocturnal activities than she did. “No. You used to come in with your husband. Luke, right?

Although I’ll admit he came in by himself frequently.”

“Yeah, well, I doubt he’s been in recently since he’s dead.”

Brandt stilled next to her, shocked by her smartass response.

Jessie was sick of feigning ignorance about Luke’s blatant infidelity. Better to go on the offensive than to cower in the corner because she’d done that for years and she was finished with the timid routine.

But Francie kept digging for dirt. “So is this your son?” she asked sweetly.

“No. But he is Luke’s son. My dead husband’s secret love child, who I had no idea existed until recently. And yes, I am taking care of him while his mother cleans up her act in jail.”

Francie was dumbfounded, not only by Jessie’s tart response, but by the bi