When she’d gotten home from the park yesterday, Phillip had been gone, called out by the mother of one of the boys he mentored who had gotten into trouble. Kay had been asleep when he got back in. And then he was out the door before she got up. It’s like the devil was trying to keep her secret buried deep. Kay had no idea how Phillip was going to take the news, but she did know one thing . . . tonight, she would tell him. She already made sure he would be home, so there could be no backing down. Kay gathered together the file on Jamal because she fully expected to turn it over to her boss and recuse herself from the case. Her Prada shoes clicked as she made her way through the parking garage toward her car. She had just hit the button to turn off her alarm when she heard someone come up behind her. Kay turned around, the Mace on her keychain poised to ward off an attacker. “Hey, hey, hey, little lady.”
