“The people of Detroit have failed our kids.”
General’s loud voice carried throughout the entire cabin, over the hum of the engine, over the pounding of Justine’s pulse raging in her ears.
“They’ve sold our children’s souls to the devil, building their school on toxic land.”
That’s what this was about? The elementary school with lead in the soil? Justine remembered her husband mentioning the case, but surely it wasn’t something to murder over.
Was it?
“Five minutes,” General was saying. “The governor has five minutes to call me on my personal cell phone before I’m forced to do something desperate.” His gaze swept up and down the cabin. Justine’s stomach flopped like a fish out of water when his eyes locked onto hers. It only lasted for a fraction of a second, but it was long enough to
