On the return trip the only sound flooding my ears was the motor of the boat. I suggested AJ tell Weeks what happened on the way home from Wisconsin, because I guaranteed he would be asking him. I said if he volunteered, it would go better for him. Maybe the penalty would be less, too.
“Tell your parents first. Your father, especially,” I said while holding his hand before we parted at the dock.
His lips were bent down, I couldn"t see his eyes because of his sunglasses. He nodded, but said nothing. He was at a tough crossroads and I could only feel sad for him.
“You need to come clean,” I said. “You"ll feel better. One way or another this is going to come out, anyway. The sheriff has the photos. I"ll tell him to give you some time to talk it out with your father, but after that, it"s up
