It was clear that she had an idea of what her parents had done in the name of keeping her safe, but I didn’t think she knew the extent of it. There was a part of me that wanted her to be able to hold onto those idealized versions of her parents in her memories. Because in truth, now that I knew who her parents were, I knew they were far from innocent. I wasn’t sure how she might have responded to that truth. The only reason I had been able to track her parents at all was because they left a path of dead bodies across the entire Midwest. It had been the first investigation of my new career as a PI. Hell, that job was the reason that I decided to go into business for myself to begin with, and the fee I received was the seed money for my new venture. It was surprising that the dead souls I spoke to on my search for Peter Davis never mentioned that he had a daughter. It was proof of how clumsy and unskilled I was in my questioning back then.
