CHAPTER 22
MY EYES SAUCERED and met Black’s. He shrugged, a tiny movement that told me he didn’t have a clue the baby belonged to Carlos either. And I’d just told Jane he’d exploded. Tactful, Emmy, real tactful. She must have been devastated. I knew this because I’d gone through the same thing nearly nine months ago, except for Carlos there would be no miracle comeback.
And Black had just found out he’d lost his brother. He may never have known him, but in some ways, I guessed that made it worse because now he never would. And the part of me I hated was pleased Carlos had died, and pleased Carlos was the father of Jane’s child, because that meant it wasn’t Black.
Jane recovered slightly and spoke again. “Carlos was kind. Not like the others at the compound.”
“Can you tell us more about
