Though they were the same age, Ethan had climbed way higher up the ladder than Tyrone.

"I'll wait in the car," Tyrone said with a wink, knowing better than to stick around.

Lila's forced smile vanished the moment he left.

The cops took their cue: "Mr. Caldwell needs privacy. Let's go."

Alone now, Ethan played with his cigarette, his long fingers moving with natural grace.

Finally, he looked up. "Miss Carter, you're really something else."

"What happened ...