The Bound Between Us

Mr. Taylor had been Jason's boss, and more than that, his mentor.

Jason didn't bother with small talk. He went straight to the heart of it.

If Mr. Taylor was still involved, it meant the case wasn't dead yet. But if he wasn't...

Mr. Taylor's voice came through the phone, calm but evasive. "Jason, you haven't taken a real break in ages. I just spoke with Mr. White-we're thinking it's time you had a long vacation. You're in your thirties now, you know. Maybe it's time to start thinking about bigger things in life. Monica's a great girl. When are you going to let me drink at your wedding?"

He was dodging the real issue, and Jason knew it.

Jason glanced out at the city lights flickering against the night. "Sir, if I insist on digging into this, what happens?"

There was a heavy pause. "Jason, you're still young. Don't back yourself into a corner."

"Don't you want to know the truth, sir? If Autumn really is guilty-"

"The plaintiff dropped the case. That tells you enough. Jason, take a break. That comes from the top."

"Sir, every time something like this comes up, you either transfer me or send me on vacation. Maybe try something different next time." Jason frowned. “If I take a case, I see it through to the end. As long as I can face myself in this uniform, that's enough for me."

Mr. Taylor started, but Jason hung

room, sent Hank away, then handcuffed himself to Rowan. One sat at the bedside, the other lay on the

Morning came.

turned himself in. Herman hadn't

only found out when Monica called. Monica didn't realize Anastasia was clueless

was floored. "Monica, say that

turned himself in, Ana. You didn't know?" Monica faltered, realizing too late. "I

Hanna hadn't called Anastasia. So

That meant Jason and Herman knew, too. Yet

later." Anastasia wasted

She hurried downstairs.

saw Anastasia, he smiled and kissed her forehead. "Morning, love. The toast is fresh out of the oven. What kind of

three kids sang out, "Good

and gentle, no longer the rough whisper it

Anastasia sat down, turning her gaze to Herman. "Why didn't you tell me about Rowan turning himself

mid-swipe with the butter knife. "So, you