Chapter Twenty-One
He was holding a mug of coffee, and it was still early. Jerry had texted him and asked to meet, followed by a phone call. Cameron had heard his hesitation, followed by a direct statement: “Naomi wants to speak with you. I want to bring her, and no, I didn’t share anything, but I’m asking you not to dismiss this. As I said to her, everything isn’t always so black and white.”
He still wasn’t sure why he’d listened, why he’d agreed to such a thing, when the woman had lied and would have added to his misery. He stood outside his front door, leaning against a support beam, watching as Jerry parked his Mercedes. He took in the woman who stepped out of the passenger side—not a blonde but a woman with dark hair, glasses, and her nose still bruised. He had to wonder, why the ch
