"Now can we go to the Sheriff?" Dillon sat down on the couch, next to Jamie and across from Megan and Heath who were sharing the loveseat. He took a sip of the coke he'd brought with him from the kitchen, wishing it was something stronger.
Jamie shook his head. "Not until we know all of it."
Dillon should have known it wasn't gonna be that easy. "Why in the hell not? We know all the players, and with those pictures of Burke having s*x with underage girls, there's not a doubt in my mind that he was Ben's second victim."
Heath snorted and scooted even closer to Megan, though Dillon would have swore they were already as close as two people could get without actually sharing the same skin.
"Some victim. You ask me, it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy." He looked to Jamie.
"What did
