Secrets of a Killer Father

ger now mixed with a sliver of confusio

is composure. "It's nothing. She's

forward, his eyes narrowed. He looked from me to

ferred my entire retirement savings to your account. Forty thousand dolla

ents, who knew the script, looked g

s of thousands. Forty thousand is nothing! I didn't want to just throw it

lie, and eve

ultimate despair. I let the tears I'd been holding back flow freely. It wasn't

age... it's all connected! I swear to you, if any one of you saw what I saw

erate mantra. "The message.

op it! You're scaring her!" He tried to pull Mol

arm in a vice-like grip. "No. You're not goi

he trap was set. Now i