Later, after going home to change for work, we pulled into the movie theater parking lot. When my phone pinged, I pulled it from my pocket, surprised to see the district attorney’s number pop up.
“Hi, Aaron. This is Laura Morgan.”
“Hi. What’s going on?” My question rushed out while thoughts of my father raced through my mind. He’d escaped. He’d been in a prison fight. I wouldn’t put anything past him, no matter how crazy.
“Do you have a minute?”
“I’m about to start my shift, but I can talk if we need to.”
“I’ll make this quick, then. Your father’s amenable to a deal, but I want to meet with the family before we accept it. I’d like to discuss the terms of the deal in person.”
A deal. That meant we wouldn’t have to testify. I’d been worried about that. Especially for Pamela. I exhaled
