Wrighton’s star player Mason Sterling had everything. Defensive end. Full scholarship. A future ahead of him.

One car accident ended it all.

His file explains everything. How he crashed. Why he left. Where he went.

Every word of it is a lie.

I want Mason’s story.

I find him at the end of a bar. Six foot four of muscle, anger and bad attitude. He knows who I am before I sit down. He tells me no before I can ask a single question.

Then he pins me against his truck and I forget everything.

I'm supposed to be building a case. Instead, I'm falling for a man who plays rough, guards his secrets and hasn't felt anything in four years.

But someone is watching us. There's a dead girl buried beneath all that careful paperwork. And Mason’s just been handed a name.

I want the truth on paper. He wants them to bleed.

I can't stop him.

I'm not sure I want to.