in a windbreaker.
Instead, two black SUVs stopped outside my house at 9:41, and a woman in a charcoal suit got out first. Short hair. Flat shoes. Badge on a chain. Behind her came a heavy man with a bald head and a face like he’d been disappointed since birth.
Dad opened the door before Daniel could run.
“Richard,” the woman said.
“Marsha.”
Daniel stepped continue reading …
