"But Gregory doesn't know anybody that powerful."
Adam's mouth thinned into a tight line.
"No. But Maynor Jackson does."
I chewed my lip.
"What did they say about me?"
"It appears Gregory didn't have a whole lot of dirt on you," he said, "so he sic'd them on your mother."
A sense of vertigo made the room seem far away. My mother. I sat down in the red vinyl kitchen chair. There were things in my past I'd kept secret even from Gregory, but my mother could cause me a lot of grief.
"What did she tell them?" I whispered.
Adam's expression softened.
"It appears she didn't tell them a thing," Adam said. "The newspaper only quotes your ex-fiancé, not her. He told them about your parent's divorce and the fact your mother lost her home to foreclosure."
"I'm sorry," was all I could say. "B
