Dane
Dane rubbed his face once, debating how much to share with the man. He knew Bert was trustworthy, he'd been keeping his secrets since he was a teenager. But it really had been years. And this…
"How much do you know about the shitstorm my father's currently creating?"
"Very little. I saw your name in some reports about a scandal recently, but I'll be honest, I haven't really followed it much. And I've heard nothing recently."
Dane tapped his fingers on his knee. "The woman who was at the center of those stories disappeared a week ago, then turned up dead on Saturday. And even though it initially looked like a suicide, everyone's about to find it out it wasn't."
Bert's lips thinned. "And you're sure it's him?"
"It would be a miracle if it wasn't, at this point."
