Chapter Nine
Screwing Dalton
That bastard bother you? These were the first words I heard from Daltons lips as he walked behind me in the lunch line. He had a kind of backwoods, sexy Southern drawl, although it was nothing like Harper Doyles gentlemanly accent. Like me, Dalton was using a punch ticket for the midday meal. I dont know why I bothered, the food was gross. Except that Id been late that morning and didnt make my usual sandwich.
I heard him and turned, immediately freezing up as soon as I realized who was asking questions. I didnt have to guess what he meant when he mentioned the bastard, he knew my secret. I suppose by then it wasnt much of a secret to anyone. But he was the first person to actually mention the incidents with Eric Danforth. Id begun to wonder if t
