Chapter 67. Orange Isn't Your Color

Luke

I clear my throat, trying to shake the haze. “It’s about Sara.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “As in your ex-wife?”

“Yes. She’s out on parole.”

“Hold on,” he says. “Didn’t she get like ten years?”

“Fifteen,” I correct him. “It’s been five. She’s out.”

“Wow.” His tone shifts. “That’s… unexpected.”

“Yeah, no shit,” I say. “Why is she out?”

There’s the sound of typing in the background, Jerome’s fingers flying across a keyboard, most likely. “Hang on. What’s her last name again?”

“González.”

“Got it. Sara González. Child endangerment, vehicular manslaughter, reckless driving. Hmm.” He pauses, and I can hear him exhale. “Got out on the 11th of November. Says here: Good behavior.”

The words hit like a freight train. “What?”

“Good behavior,” he repeats, like he’s reading off a grocery list.

“That’s the biggest bullshit I’ve ever heard,” I snap, my grip tightening on the phon