I Spent $92000 On Preston’s Wedding Reception Until The Truth Changed Everything

of a controlled substance. But homicide is a different road.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

I looked at my son. I looked at Charlotte with both hands over her stomach. I looked at the fireplace my father had built with a mason from town in 1980.

“Yes.”

He studied me for a moment. Then he nodded.

“I’ll keep digging.”

At 6:17 that evening, Preston’s phone rang.

He looked continue reading …