I Arrived For Sunday Dinner At My Daughter’s House

that he’d been a prosecutor in my office, fresh out of Georgetown and dumb enough to think coffee counted as dinner. If he picked up the message himself, he’d come. If he didn’t, his deputy would. Either way, I wasn’t walking out of that house with Claire still in it.

Until then, I needed Andrew comfortable.

So I asked him questions.

Men like him always continue reading …