Josey called Hunter later that evening. Her voice was low but filled with anger. “Your mother said all that. I can't believe she made a deal with Faye.

Hunter leaned back on his chair at the bar, holding his phone close to his ear. “She said all that? Really?” he asked, pretending to sound surprised.

“Yes,” Josey replied. “She’s a firecracker, that one. You should’ve heard the way she spoke to me.”

Hunter’s lips curved slowly. He didn’t sound angry—he sounded like someone who had just thought of something. “I see,” he said calmly. “Don’t worry, I’ll get back to you.”

After ending the call, he placed the phone on...