The Secret Son

Declan

The thought repeated itself, echoing in my skull like a drumbeat.

Avery had a kid.

A son, based on the haircut, the clothes, the way he moved with that particular brand of boyish energy.

The boy couldn't have been more than four or five. Maybe younger. Hard to tell with kids. They all looked the same to me.

Four or five years old meant Avery had gotten pregnant shortly after leaving Pierce