BOOK TWO: TRUTH OR DARE

I'm elbows-deep in invoices when a shadow falls across my desk.

"Just a minute, Dad," I say without looking up. My pen scratches across the paper, slashing through the numbers I spent all morning typing up. "Leda Collins called and changed her head count again. Now she needs twelve round tables and ten extra chairs. I told her there'd be a rush charge on the additional linens, but she said she was fine with that."

I push a loose ...