And we’ve got the money trail that ties you straight to Efrain.
So you can save the words about what’s admissible for a lawyer.
You’re going to need one.”
Damian sat back down.
All the way down.
For the first time in the twelve years I’d known him, the man had nothing to say.
My father got up, unhurried, and took a clean ceramic saucer and covered the tampered cup with it, and lifted it carefully, both hands, the way you carry something you know is evidence, and set it in a box Otis held open.
“You thought I was losing my mind, Damian,” my father said quietly, sealing the box.
“I was just waiting for you to lose your temper.”
Chapter 16 — The Invoice
For a second I thought he might beg.
Some part of me almost wanted him to — wanted, I think, one honest moment of shame from him, one flicker that would prove the twelve years hadn’t been entirely empty.
I didn’t get it.
What I got was the truest thing he ever said to me.