Nate's POV
I'd been working on the case with an almost pathological level of dedication since I'd rescued Jane from that cold, dark warehouse. I'd spent the previous two days retracing the alleys amassing more data, a paper trail of receipts for cash, tips from an anonymous source, and cyber-trails that constructed a scenario much darker than anyone had ever been brave enough to imagine. It was time to show Jane the pieces I’d unearthed, pieces that challenged everything she believed about the accident and Damien’s role in it.
I. found Jane. In her hospital room late one evening, the only light was the small bedside lamp. Her haunted eyes moved nervously upon me. I felt the inner turmoil that had so destroyed her, the tormented conflict between the woman she loved and the lie now masquer
