5
Jack took his time locking up his car, seeing that Karen was waiting for him beside the BMW he’d bought for her as a surprise one morning after trading in her practical Honda, which had been on its last legs. He’d expected a thank-you or, at the very least, a smile, but what he’d received was two days of silence and her turning her back toward him in bed. That was just something he’d learned the hard way about her. She didn’t like surprises.
Or decisions being made for her.
Or anyone messing with her family.
“So you want to tell me what’s going on?” she said.
He pocketed his keys and gripped his briefcase, which held all the notes he’d made about Iris O’Connell while trying to wrap his head around her story, her situation. He’d told her not to talk to anyone in the meantime.
Now hi
