Chapter 4

I shake my head, too stunned to speak, and lower my eyes to his resume. Jimmy Rose. Would I have known the name to hear it in passing? Probably not. But I’ll never forget his voice. It’s deeper now, although not nearly as much as one would expect after a couple of decades. But his tone is still soft, his cadence is still sweet, and the sound of it pleading is suddenly the only thing I hear. “Please…please…”

Fate, you wicked, vile bitch; how dare you? “It’s just…you’re not saying anything,” Jimmy says. “Did I do something to offend you?”