Her Vengeance, His Ruined Life

verdose. But I knew it was a lie. I was a Crime Scene Investigator

trict Attorney Bentley Shannon slammed the door in my face, dismissing my grief

ghter, Dallas Shannon, and broadcast my demands to the world. For every chanc

ed her arm, then cauterized it, drawing

in to convince me, to paint my son as depressed, to present a fabricated suic

cret code from his favorite childhood book. He wasn't giving u

y, replaced by an u

red, pressing the cauterizing pen to

pte

n was

track star with a full scholarship, a boy who planned his future with the

rime Scene Investigator. I had

ures in his leg were from a bumper impact. The trace evidenc

dered. A h

, I presented my evidence. Each time, a door was slammed in my face. After the seventh

he law into

District Attor

camera broadcast my face, my voice, my

s Carolynn

ay on an examination table, identical to the one where I last saw my son.

evidence. My son, Dusti

e fixed on the man I knew was on the othe

mes you denied me justice. You will release the

ay. It was a sterile, medical-grade skin s

use a forensic tool on your daughter

e side, the frantic, tear-streaked faces of Bentley and Chelsi Shannon o

tley begged, his voice cracking. "The evidence is clea

was a wreck. "She' s just a little girl! Please, what

ts scrolling on the side of the l

ns

insane!

do this to anothe

ningless noise. I looked at the cloc

hance is gone

y I lost my son, had returned, repurposed into something cold and te

ic

a small frown creasing her brow. A sin

y voice as sterile as the room around m

hat was swallowed by the chaos of the command center.

eyes wide with a terror tha

" he screamed. "

rame. "Carolynn, think about what you're doing. Think about Dustin.

feed scrol

t a kidnapper,

er own son' s

n' t erase the truth. The dirt under his nails wasn't from a park; it was gravel from the shoulder of Highway 17. The fentanyl i

body, it told a story. He had died lying on his back, n

r. Gilmore Hooper, to the case, citing a conflict of int

came back. Sui

hips on Dustin's jeans, the ones the official report convenient

ravel analysis in

d toxicology timeline

his leg, showing the unmistakable spiral fracture pattern

d it witho

lie. That was when I decided to cre

, hard purpose. I would get justice for Dusti