Greene, Mr. CEO, didn’t see it coming.
“In sum,” Jenna said, “everything appears to be legit.”
The Greenes bristled at that, but Jenna didn’t give them time to jump ship. “Which means we’re going to have to do a lot of digging to find their secrets. Anything buried that deep is going to take time and resources to unearth.”
Caren gripped her husban d’s hand. “We have resources. Anything you need. But please, please, you have to find the truth. I need to know why my baby died.”
CHAPTER 4
S tart by telling us about BreeAnna,” Jenna said.
Caren nodded, glanced at her husband, took his hand—he didn’t offer it, Jenna noted—and started. “BreeAnn a’s always been a sensitive child. High-strung, sometimes even willful. She was an early-bloomer, started puberty when she was eleven, and well, ever since, living with her hasn’t been easy.”
She made it sound as if her child had broken a lease agreement. The dad wasn’t even paying attention; his head was turned to look out the window.
To Jenn a’s surprise, Andre spoke up from behind her. “Did you also have problems with BreeAnna, Mr. Greene?” he asked, his tone carefully neutral, but Jenna knew better. Andr e’s dad had died in prison when he was a toddler; his mom had taken off to parts unknown soon after until sh e’d also died, drug overdose, when he was ten. He had strong feelings on the sanctity of family.
Robert Greene took his time in answering, slowly turning back to face them. “Caren bore the brunt of it,” he said, now intertwining his fingers with his wif e’s as if he spoke for both of them.
“But you both thought ReNew was the best place for BreeAnna?” Andre continued, his voice gentle now. He didn’t mention that the mother had been the one to remove BreeAnna from the treatment facility against medical advice. Only hours before she hung herself from the upper balcony of their three-story mansion.
The couple focused on the floor in front of them, not meeting Andre’s or Jenn a’s gaze—and not making eye contact with each other. Jenna restrained her own glare, irritated that Andr e’s questions may have scared them off. How were they supposed to investigate anything if they couldn’t even get their own clients to talk?
“Can you give us specific examples of BreeAnn a’s behavior?” Jenna asked Caren, trying to get things back on track.
The mother stared at her husban d’s hand wrapped around her own. She made a choking noise, shoulders heaving.
Her husband glanced up, his gaze sliding off Jenn a’s , then placed his arm carefully around Care n’s body, drawing her to him protectively. “What does this have to do with ReNew?”
“We need to understand everything we can about BreeAnna,” Andre answered. “Her life, her dreams, her hopes.” Caren flinched at his words, but the father remained impassive. “Why she grew so out of control that you sent her there.”
Care n’s head jerked back so hard and fast it hit the back of the sofa. “It was me. I made the decision. I’m the one who sent her there.” Spasms ran up and down her neck as she choked back sobs. “I t’s all my fault. BreeAnna is dead because of me.”
Andre knew h e’d pissed off Jenna with his questioning of the Greenes. He didn’t really care. Why come to a brand-new firm like theirs to start with? Sure, Jenna had been in the headlines with her big-time cases when she worked for the Feds, but Andre was just a grunt. Yet even he could see there was something off with this case and the Greenes. Why were they so insistent on pursuing this investigation while refusing to give Andre and Jenna any facts to go on?
Greene didn’t even turn the whole way around to face his wife. It was obvious h e’d heard her confession before. As the fathe r’s expression turned to granite, Andre caught a flicker of guilt. Greene leaned forward, both hands gripped tight around his knees, leaving his wife without comfort.
Had the father
“In sum,” Jenna said, “everything appears to be legit.”
The Greenes bristled at that, but Jenna didn’t give them time to jump ship. “Which means we’re going to have to do a lot of digging to find their secrets. Anything buried that deep is going to take time and resources to unearth.”
Caren gripped her husban d’s hand. “We have resources. Anything you need. But please, please, you have to find the truth. I need to know why my baby died.”
CHAPTER 4
S tart by telling us about BreeAnna,” Jenna said.
Caren nodded, glanced at her husband, took his hand—he didn’t offer it, Jenna noted—and started. “BreeAnn a’s always been a sensitive child. High-strung, sometimes even willful. She was an early-bloomer, started puberty when she was eleven, and well, ever since, living with her hasn’t been easy.”
She made it sound as if her child had broken a lease agreement. The dad wasn’t even paying attention; his head was turned to look out the window.
To Jenn a’s surprise, Andre spoke up from behind her. “Did you also have problems with BreeAnna, Mr. Greene?” he asked, his tone carefully neutral, but Jenna knew better. Andr e’s dad had died in prison when he was a toddler; his mom had taken off to parts unknown soon after until sh e’d also died, drug overdose, when he was ten. He had strong feelings on the sanctity of family.
Robert Greene took his time in answering, slowly turning back to face them. “Caren bore the brunt of it,” he said, now intertwining his fingers with his wif e’s as if he spoke for both of them.
“But you both thought ReNew was the best place for BreeAnna?” Andre continued, his voice gentle now. He didn’t mention that the mother had been the one to remove BreeAnna from the treatment facility against medical advice. Only hours before she hung herself from the upper balcony of their three-story mansion.
The couple focused on the floor in front of them, not meeting Andre’s or Jenn a’s gaze—and not making eye contact with each other. Jenna restrained her own glare, irritated that Andr e’s questions may have scared them off. How were they supposed to investigate anything if they couldn’t even get their own clients to talk?
“Can you give us specific examples of BreeAnn a’s behavior?” Jenna asked Caren, trying to get things back on track.
The mother stared at her husban d’s hand wrapped around her own. She made a choking noise, shoulders heaving.
Her husband glanced up, his gaze sliding off Jenn a’s , then placed his arm carefully around Care n’s body, drawing her to him protectively. “What does this have to do with ReNew?”
“We need to understand everything we can about BreeAnna,” Andre answered. “Her life, her dreams, her hopes.” Caren flinched at his words, but the father remained impassive. “Why she grew so out of control that you sent her there.”
Care n’s head jerked back so hard and fast it hit the back of the sofa. “It was me. I made the decision. I’m the one who sent her there.” Spasms ran up and down her neck as she choked back sobs. “I t’s all my fault. BreeAnna is dead because of me.”
Andre knew h e’d pissed off Jenna with his questioning of the Greenes. He didn’t really care. Why come to a brand-new firm like theirs to start with? Sure, Jenna had been in the headlines with her big-time cases when she worked for the Feds, but Andre was just a grunt. Yet even he could see there was something off with this case and the Greenes. Why were they so insistent on pursuing this investigation while refusing to give Andre and Jenna any facts to go on?
Greene didn’t even turn the whole way around to face his wife. It was obvious h e’d heard her confession before. As the fathe r’s expression turned to granite, Andre caught a flicker of guilt. Greene leaned forward, both hands gripped tight around his knees, leaving his wife without comfort.
Had the father
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