“They want to see you first then Jacey tomorrow,” Bea continued explaining.“This is some bullshit. I don’t want Jacey facing those vultures alone!” Caleb protested.I wanted to cry. That’s what I really wanted to do. A desperate fear wrapped itself around my throat and squeezed. But, Caleb needed t
-Caleb-It might have just been my imagination, but I thought Masterson’s attorneys looked oily. All seven of them. Not just in appearance, but in the way they smiled and shook hands and locked eyes on me as though they were big fish in a little pond, looking at me, the worm.They ignored the presen
“He told us, ma’am.” I shrugged. “He told us, and then he trapped us into serving him, so I learned a lot more—”“Mr. Killeen,” Chalmers said again.Now even the Attorney General was glaring at Chalmers. She gathered herself with a sigh. “Mr. Killeen, did Mr. Masterson kidnap you?”“Yes, ma’am,” I r
I stared at him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”“I’m not.” Chalmers kept grinning at me.“She’s like fifteen in that picture. Of course I wasn’t touching her that way,” I protested.“Mr. Collins says he can think back and see the signs all along. Were you not grooming Ms. Collins? Coercing her all t
-Jacey-Caleb did not come to the hotel that evening. I was sure he would be rattled, and I was hoping we could comfort each other with our bodies. I was worried about my deposition the next day, after all.“Where’s Caleb?” I asked Bea and Hansen as the sun dipped below the horizon. “Is everything o
Mr. Chalmers was completely unfazed by my angry look, however. He just smiled at the Attorney General. I hoped his lip hurt like hell when he did it. “Ms. Jepsen, a pleasure to see you again.”“I wish I could say the same,” the Attorney General grunted. “I don’t suppose you’ve rethought your positio
His smile didn’t waver and that made me very, very nervous. “Your father will testify that Mr. Killeen was grooming you from the time he married your stepmother.”“My father tried to keep me locked in my room and hit me when I refused to give Caleb up. He had no idea about us. Plus, he’s under Maste
-Caleb-After a day in jail, or at least I thought it was a day, my cell door opened and another prisoner was shoved in.“You’re not the type to end up here,” my cellmate said, eyeing me.“I punched a lawyer,” I replied, trying to sound big and bad. This guy was three times my size, and I wasn’t a s