No Pity For A Mother's Tears

Davies estate wa

rm into manicured suburbs and then sprawling countryside dotted with massive hom

personal effects, a letter was found, a confession. She had helped a young, terrified Catherine Davies cover up the birth and subsequent abandonment of her illegitima

public image. They only acted now because they were desperate. His investigator' s reports were clear: the Davies Corpor

a son. They wanted

ite seat, as far away from him as possible, their bodies

nderstand a few things. We have a reputation to maintain. You will not speak of... that place," she gestured vagu

eping over his simple t-shirt and jeans with contempt. "An

pulled out a golden loquat, and calmly began to peel it. The swee

watched hi

y eating that in h

e chewed slowly, deliberately, savoring it. He looked out the window, ignoring t

ge but said nothing. They were letting their daughters do t

use a fork properly," Emily muttered to

a stage whisper. "Mark will teach

their family. They were going to have Mark, who had likely never done a hard day' s work in his

eflection in the tinted window. They saw a poor, uneducated mechanic' s boy who had

y had no idea that he was watching them, analyzing them, calculating the trajecto