CHAPTER 23
“I hear they expect you to recover from your injuries.” Drisklay stared through Kennedy’s window.
She rested the hospital phone against her ear so she wouldn’t have to hold it in place. “Yeah, it’s nothing too serious, I guess. How’s Dominic?”
“What can you tell me about Brian Robertson?” Drisklay went on as if he hadn’t heard Kennedy’s question. Was the mouthpiece of her phone working?
She tried to remember what details she could give the detective. “He had a son. He was upset about the court order.” Kennedy squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to think about the young cancer patient. About how much sorrow the poor boy had already endured in his short life. About how horrific it must be for him to learn about what his father had done.
“We know about the son.” Drisklay took a
