Jim Thorne's expression faltered, and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. "How would I know? All I know is that bitch definitely came onto my dad. But he kept it in his pants and resisted the temptation."
'In truth, Jim Thorne figured there was a nine-in-ten chance Felix Thorne *hadn't* managed to keep his pants on. When meat serves itself up on a platter, even a dog would take a bite. His old man wasn't a eunuch, so how could he possibly have resisted?'
But in front of Adrian Hawthorne, he still had to save some face for his old man. You don't air your dirty laundry in public, after all. When it came to the big picture, he had his principles.
Adrian Hawthorne also suspected Felix Thorne hadn't kept it in his pants. 'After all, Phoenix Golding was much prettier than Phoebe Huxley. She came onto him, and they even had some history. It would be a miracle if Felix Thorne had managed to resist.'
"When are we going after Bowman Golding?" Jim Thorne asked.
