Chapter 9

I answered Nicole on Sunday afternoon. [I’ll come. Mason and Tessa can’t be there.] She agreed. Dinner was at Nicole’s house in a gated neighborhood thirty minutes from downtown. No reporters waited outside. Four people were already seated when I arrived. All of them had known Mason and me for years. Nicole’s husband, Aaron, pulled out a chair for me. Roast chicken and salad covered the table. An unopened bottle of wine sat near the center, while sparkling water had been placed at...