I Brought Four Children To The Christmas Dinner He Set As A Trap

at all four of them, reflected faintly in the helicopter glass.

“Yeah,” I said. “He does.”

My phone buzzed before we crossed back into Texas airspace.

One message.

Not from Marcus.

From Patricia.

I listened to the voicemail attachment with the volume low.

Her voice was older, stripped bare.

“I kept your message for eight years in my deleted folder because continue reading …