I glanced at Banks and then back at him. “You have a daughter,” I pointed out. His eyes flashed to me, I heard Banks suck in a breath, and goddamn, I nearly smiled. “And I don’t care if she walks down the aisle in those grungy jeans she’s wearing right now,” I told him. “Get her ass to the church tonight, and you have my word that I won’t hurt your son. But if she’s not there . . .”
