Before I did, I stopped off at a FedEx in Southlake and—with my fake ID—had them same-day-air ship the documents back to Denver, using my next door neighbor Alan’s address. Watching the woman at FedEx take that package and set it on the counter behind her had been a difficult thing to do. I was e...
“It was him, was it not?” My mouth didn’t want to work. Omar had just accused my father of murdering this man’s brother. “I, uh, no, it wasn’t him. I was there when it happened, in Colorado.” “Colorado? My brother has a house there. One of his smaller ones. He tells me he spends little time there...
My head, my neck, my back, my legs. The adrenaline of the car crash had carried me through the evening, but that was gone. I was left with a broken and bruised body. Darren had told me to sit tight, that information would be arriving soon to let me know what to do next. As if I had any other choi...