She’d met Megan’s husband a couple of times. He seemed nice enough. She remembered mostly the jokes he had made about being a consultant: You really only need to get two things to be a consultant: Fired. And business cards. You want to know the definition of a consultant? A guy who borrows your watch to tell you what time it is. But since the family had moved to Virginia he had worked a lot for defense department contractors, so Cassie presumed he was far more competent than his self-deprecation suggested.
