Jeffrey swallowed hard, his thoughts spiraling. Heather knew something only the police and his grandfather should've known—that his careless words had drawn Caruso to Joanne's farm.
His grandfather would have ensured that truth never saw the light of day. And the police? If Liam had known, Jeffrey wouldn't be on the phone right now—he'd be buried in the woods behind their property.
So how did Heather know?
"Did your uncle tell you that?" Jeffrey asked evenly, masking the storm inside.
Congressman Campbell. Of course. That meant the union members—the ones he'd sat across from all day—knew as well. That meant they believed he was against Joanne. Because they knew.
A wave of nausea rolled over him, as if he were standing knee-deep in a pit of writhing maggots.
