stored exactly where my mother designed it to go. He had never known.

At 2:13 a.m., I made a call.

“I want everything,” I said quietly.

“Police?” the voice asked.

“Not yet.”

“Then what do you want?”

I looked out into the darkness.

“I want him awake when everything collapses.”

PART 5

The next morning, my father dropped a folder in front of me as if everything continue reading …