My Daughter Called Me From A Hospital Bed

“We’ll need to take your statements,” he said, not asking. “Separately.”

Gayle found her voice, sharp and laced with venom. “I’ll be making one phone call. To my lawyer. You’ll hear from him, not from me.”

Alvarez simply nodded to a uniformed officer, who motioned for the Prescotts to step out into the hall. Todd looked like he was going to be sick. continue reading …