Are you listening?”Antonio turns from the window and looks at his only surviving son. Jason sits on the other side of the car, in Jeffrey’s form, with Jeffrey’s eyes. “What did you say?”Jason covers the mouthpiece of the cell phone. “It’s a lawyer from the firm. She wants to know if you’re willing to put up bail for Erin.”Antonio shifts his gaze back to the window, watching as the driver steers around a creeping city bus.Put up money for the woman who killed the light of his life? He’d sooner cut off his right hand. Erin can rot in jail, for all he cares. Better yet, she can die on a gurney. Or even in the electric chair, if Illinois officials can be convinced to use it again.Jason murmurs a response into the phone, but Antonio turns his thoughts inward. These days, he’s finding it hard to care about anything—his work, his daughters, even his remaining son. Jason is a good man, dependable and solid, but he will always be a beta animal. He lacks Jeffrey’s intelligence and strength of will.
