There was already no avoiding seeing Kiloran on TV or at the movies the few times a year he went—since their break up, she seemed to be in every tenth film trailer he saw. And now the one woman he never thought he would ever have to see again in person was sitting next to him in the back of Tony’s gas-guzzling SUV. In the last hour, he had done things that yesterday he never would have considered. He’d held her hand as they’d walked through the front doors of the Boston police headquarters to the car waiting for them and, as they’d approached the media that had secretly been tipped off by Tony, had wrapped his arm around Kiloran and pulled her into the protection of his much larger frame. Tony had stayed back briefly to answer a few questions while the police officer had pulled them away to a safe place to switch into Tony’s car. To Lucas’s surprise once they were behind the tinted windows, Kiloran had moved over, giving him the room he so desperately needed.
