I’m not of course. There’s nothing heroic about me. And when I drive up to Adele’s to tell her what’s happened, I feel even worse. I’m not sure how she’s going to react and I’m damn unsure how I’ll react to that reaction.
I drive my truck around the back of the house, and park by the family vehicles. For years and years, I was family. I’m not sure how much of that will survive after this. Probably not much.
Even so, Adele deserves to know. I have the syringe in my jacket pocket and the names of two fingerprinting labs that could rush the results. I don’t want her broadsided. After our last talk, I feel like she’ll be willing to listen.
But even if she’s not, I’m still going through with the fingerprinting and I’ll still take Kat to meet with competition officials.
I’ve just gotten out
