Van glanced up guiltily at the passenger seat. To judge by that stricken look in her eyes, Dottie knew very well what he was doing. Dottie knew about Jeb and Jeb’s world. But Dottie was not his "consultant." Dottie was just his collateral damage. Dottie had the look of a woman in a Titanic lifeboat, watching the black icy water come up over the bows at the man she had left behind. Van had never been able to hide anything important from Dottie. He had married a woman with an IQ of 155.