"Does Jack know about this?" Grandpa asked.
I shook my head.
"He wouldn't approve," I said.
It's not like I was scared, or would be stopped by his disapproval, but I preferred to present him with a fait accompli.
"I don't, either," Grandpa said. "In my case, I knew very well who it was, and the police were covering them up. In your case, we've got no idea who it was, and the police aren't covering it up, unless you want to accuse your own husband of doing so."
He looked at me as if he expected me to badmouth Jack.
I wasn't going to.
"It's not that," I said. "I rather think they tend to be limited by their institutional weight, and legal and ethical considerations."
"Whereas you aren't?" Grandpa asked, raising his eyebrows. "Limited by legal and ethical considerations?"
"I am," I s
