“Fuck you,” I tell Ford, giving him what he wants. A reaction. A muscle tics beneath Davis’s eye. “Our fuckin’ point is…we all fumbled it with Fallon. We should have—” “Tied her to a fence until she saw common sense?” Charlie drawls. “Something like that.” Regret creases Davis’s face. “I should have done something. She’s my sister-in-law. She’s my responsibility.”
