“A flash drive.”
Brennan almost smiled.
Then he realized his hands were shaking.
Grace spoke again.
“Brennan, I didn’t know who you were at the station. Not really. I saw the name on the card later.”
“Do you hate me?”
She was silent long enough to make the answer honest.
“I wanted to.”
“And now?”
“Now I think maybe God has a cruel sense of timing.”
He sank onto the bed.
“My father buried your report.”
“I think so.”
“I signed the acquisition documents.”
“You may not have known.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m clean.”
“No,” Grace said. “It means you still have a choice.”
That sentence did what no accusation could have done.
It gave him no place to hide………
