He was a devout son of the Heavenly Father. He was the model of a good Mormon family man. But years of working cases as a detective ate away at Jeb’s faith, slowly being eaten alive by growing doubt. His own wife and mother were blinded by their belief. He felt alone.

There were sex workers in the city being murdered and Jeb had been questioning potential victims. In the dark corner of the strip club, he was faced once again with his temptation, you.

“Sorry to bother you again.” He smiles.