My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

know him, yeah. He’s my brother.”

Then Martin must have said something that took the bones out of him.

Darren turned his back, but not fast enough.

His shoulders went up around his ears.

“That was before I knew,” he said.

My stomach did a slow, stupid drop.

Gail was still on my phone in the hallway, probably charging me six hundred dollars an hour to listen continue reading …