Chapter 48

“Listen, I’ve got to go, Parrish.”

“All right. I’ll talk to you tomorrow night.”

The silence that followed was long enough for Parrish to start panicking.

“Unless you’d rather not, which is totally fine.”

“No. I’ll call you. Good night.”

“Good night.”

Ransom hung up. He hadn’t sounded very enthusiastic. Parrish sighed. He’d hoped Ransom had read his note, would say having Parrish in his life made his cup runneth over, too, and tell him to get on the next flight to Miami. Okay, Rutledge, get a grip

If the file was all he wanted, Parrish would see he got it. 17

Her three men.

Eloise Burke sat at her husband’s bedside and gazed at them as they once again exchanged heated words that grew in volume. What a delightful way to spend the holiday. But then, they hadn’t really celebrated any holiday as a family in a good many years.

“Please keep your voices down,” she urged, although she knew they’d ignore her.

How had it come to this?