Anna frowned. “Dad?”
Inside were sealed envelopes, case files, bank records, court transcripts, and a badge I had not touched in twelve years.
Before I retired, I had worked as a forensic fraud investigator for the state attorney’s office. Men like Mark had smiled at me before.
They never smiled afterward.
I placed one folder on the table.
Written across the tab in black ink was Mark’s full name.
Anna stared at it silently.
I looked at my daughter and said quietly, “He should have left you on my doorstep. Not on the street.”….
The following morning, I put on my best charcoal suit and drove to the glass tower where Mark had purchased his glamorous new life. The building rose over the city like the edge of a blade.
A silver-haired concierge stopped me immediately.
“Residents only, sir.”
