“He knew I’d seen it,” she said.

“He ruined me so nobody would believe anything I said about your health.”

The full horror of what my son had done sat on my chest like a sheet of lead.

He hadn’t only tried to take Callahan Construction.

He had poisoned his own father, thrown his pregnant wife out on the street, and pinned his own stolen money on her.

“I’m calling the police right now,” I said, reaching for my cell phone.