My Brother-In-Law Borrowed My Phone At Dinner

tied to three other victims.”

Brandon went gray again.

Victims.

I looked at Denise.

She looked at the floor.

Mom said, “Other victims?”

Brandon rubbed his face. “They’re not victims. They’re investors.”

“One is seventy-nine,” Carl said. “One is your wife’s cousin. One is a man from your church.”

Mom’s foil plate sagged in her hands.

The ham slid to one side continue reading …