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

sent Hank away, then handcuffed himself to Rowan. One sat at the bedside,

Morning came.

turned himself in. Herman hadn't told

didn't realize Anastasia was

"Monica, say

Ana. You didn't know?" Monica

confessed, Hanna would know-but even Hanna hadn't called Anastasia. So she was completely in

That meant Jason and Herman knew, too. Yet

Anastasia wasted no time. She needed answers from

She hurried downstairs.

"Morning, love. The toast is fresh out of the oven. What kind of jam

kids sang out, "Good

were soft and sweet; Pattie's was clear and gentle, no longer the rough whisper

her gaze to Herman. "Why

with the