Heron pressed his lips together, his own eyes bright with unshed tears.
“Didn’t he even consider, for a moment, that maybe poking around where he shouldn’t, doing what he shouldn’t, would have an effect on Kaiden? Did he think about him for a second?”
A pair in the opposite booth looked her way nervously. She realized she was too loud. She lowered her voice.
“Did he?” she hissed between clenched teeth, gripping the edge of the table so hard that the wine in her glass trembled and her fingers paled, bloodless. “Did he?”
Heron took another sip. “No. I don’t think he did.”
“For f**k’s sake,” she moaned, covering her face with her hands.
“There’s more.”
She waved him on.
Run the CALM program?
Grace muted her lenscape.
“So I arrive in the precinct, and I pass the interview. The first
