Her Vengeance, His Ruined Life

d not kill

mand center. I looked at Bentley Shannon,

ne. You can save your daughter, or you can continue

ore him in his polished mahogany office. He did

ake us see things that aren't there. The medical examiner is the best in the state. T

s run down like an animal and left to die on the side of

ull of opioids and a statement from his girlfriend about his depression. Your 'evidence' is comp

day, advising me to drop it. "You can't fight t

the slab, but my laughing, vibrant son crossing the finish line, arms raised in victor

ped as I picked up the seco

gain. Bentley, do something! Give her what she wants

osure gone. "The report says suicid

the hemostats over

e delicate skin of her forearm. I didn't break the skin, but I

all body jerke

repeated, my voic

in the far distance, a mournful cry that was too little, too late. They wouldn't find me. The broadcast was being routed thro

the feed were

er. Find her a

y give her

. I hope you rot in hell for w

et them curse me.

"I'm already in hell. I've been there since the day my son was taken fro