Colin sat with his sister Kate at a trendy wine bar and bistro in Chandler. She’d chosen it because it had great reviews on Yelp and, although he’d had to drive a good deal farther to get there, was still more convenient than going into downtown Phoenix or driving all the way into Peoria, where Kate’s condo was located. While he might have gone with something a little less hip, the wine bar did have the benefit of being located in a town where no one knew him or his sister. The place was mobbed, but he had a feeling most decent restaurants were packed that night. No one wanted to cook the day after Thanksgiving.
“So you seriously went to a prison?” Kate asked.
“I needed answers.”
“Did you get them?”
He paused, looking across the table at her bright, earnest face. She’d taken this whole
