My Daughter Called Me From A Hospital Bed

inside their own household.

And the voice on the other end had said seven words that changed everything:

“Check what’s buried behind the guest house.”

I reached into my jacket pocket. My fingers closed around a thumb drive.

I looked Gayle Prescott dead in the eyes.

“You’re right about one thing,” I said. “Let’s not make this unpleasant.”

Then I held up the continue reading …