Bend Until You Are Broken

Well, here I am sitting and staring Summer’s father in the face, and he is asking me the very thing I wish to keep a secret.

What do I do?

Now by the size of the arsenal in his barn, I can safely say that he is into some serious shit too.

The question is, who is going to play kiss and tell?

“Sir.”

“Call me Joseph.”

“Joseph, Matson is a tracer, the world's dumbest one if I might say, your daughter did a better job than he did.”

“You don't look like the type of guy that does any finding, and I am even too damn scared to ask.”

“I am not in the type of business you will find in a phone book. You need to know someone that knows someone that knows me.”

“Goddammit. What shit are you into, boy?”

“Enfor