He studied me, his eyes searching mine for a breakdown that didn't come. "The men are in the black site. You can let the law handle it, or you can let me deal with it privately. It’s your call."
"You've done more than enough," I said, forcing myself to sit up despite the dizzy spell that hit me. "I'll handle the fallout."
He let out a dry, humorless laugh. "You're stubborn. I'll give you that."
My phone suddenly erupted into life on the nightstand. The screen lit up the dark room: Dad. It was nearly one in the morning. I swallowed hard, cleared the rasp from my throat, and swiped to answer.
"Dad?" I said, injecting a fake brightness into my tone.
"Salome? Where are you? It’s nearly two." He sounded frantic.
"I’m sorry, I’m still at the club with some girls from the office," I lied, t
