Chapter 50
“Why exactly is it,” Gerry continued after a long moment of silence, “that my boss, the man who’s been so very kind to me the last several years, has suddenly decided to become part of a stunt that if he really did give one iota of concern to my well-being, that if he really did disapprove of the character behind it like he says he does, would—”
“I had no choice,” Manon said quietly.
“Oh?” Gerry drew himself to the very limits of his heights and put both hands on his hips. “Was someone holding a loved one for ransom, David?” He spoke his boss’s name with as much disdain as he could muster. “Do they have pictures of you in some unholy tryst? Knowledge of a crime against humanity that you’d spend years in prison for? Let me guess, they’ve—”
“He is my son.”
The words fell with more weight than speech should. Gerry dropped back into his chair, stunned. “Say what?”
Manon put a hand on the wall as if to steady himself. “I didn’t know. He found me.”