From Ruin: The Photographer's Comeback

ed calm inside. Conrad' s figure, shrinking in the rearview mirror, finally vani

uckles white on the steerin

y smile touching his lips. He was a

k against the seat.

, warm sound. "It was like watching a

ile fading slightly. "He look

My voice

." Corey slowed for a red light. "Like he co

a moment. The name

ad Ke

a low whistle. "Conrad Keller? The Conrad Keller? FBI's golden boy? The one th

still closed. "T

dn't he? He was the lead agent, the one who brought down... wait. Larson. Your

y eyes still closed. "You're

uge. National news for months. The financial mogul, the Ponzi scheme...

ed straight ahead. The tr

id. "He was

The car behind us honk

actually arrested him. Right? Li

look at him. His fac

rey," I said, my voice empty.

lled away from the light, but his gaze kept flick

e finally managed, his

he word like a tombst

our father?" The horror

ding day,"

d the distant city noise. Corey gripped the steering wheel so tightly his kn

information seemed to press down on him. I could see the qu