She Tried To Kick Me Off My Ranch Until The Police Learned The Truth

and gave a slow whistle. “This was not the fishing trip I expected.”

“No,” I said. “Me neither.”

Owen looked at the frosting on his forearms with the satisfaction of someone assessing useful work. “Can we still fish tomorrow?”

The question that mattered most to him. Not the fraud, not the police, not the very public unraveling of Karen’s birthday. Just continue reading …