CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
I look at the tall man, scanning him from head to toe. He sat opposite me, speaking while he exchanged a couple of words regarding the welfare of his own family back in the Chicago. I’ve made a cup of coffee for him, which he sips diligently every now and then. I think I’m insane for even choosing to actually sit here and give him a chance to explain what he means by my mother’s death not being an accident. Eventually he is done with the coffee, finally speaking up on what I’m actually interested in hearing.
“Look, Kiddo. I know this is going to be too much to handle. But I didn’t want to hide anything from you. Its why I asked Conrad to involve you in this,” Dad starts.
“I was honestly against it. The less people know about this, the easier it will be to get to the bo
