He’d go to prison, and he would never get out. She was partly to blame. She should have destroyed the files. She could have, or she could have omitted his name. Erased it long ago. She had done none of those things, even though she knew she was falling in love him. She knew she was falling in love with him, but had been afraid she would have to give up her career, and the whole year that she’d put into the bloody and terrible investigation. She’d brought down Blake Wilkes. They had brought down Blake Wilkes, she and Craig. She had done something guaranteed to make her career, and to make the world a much safer place. Wilkes was a ruthless killer and he deserved to be in jail, but she never would have been able to make that case if Craig hadn’t helped her. She had tried to make Craig into Wilkes as an excuse. Blaming him for being the bastard’s son. It wasn’t his fault. Maybe that was the card that she could play, since the stubborn man wouldn’t run like she’d told him to.
