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Chapters (45)
  1. I know you'll never forgive me...
  2. Part One - Your Father
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Part Two - Your Mother
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Chapter Thirty-Four
  38. Chapter Thirty-Five
  39. Chapter Thirty-Six
  40. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-One
  45. About the Author

She pursed her lips and thought about it. “Not a lot. Nobody ever saw him. He hardly ever left that house. Folks around town know his kid, Jay, better than Gordon. Jay goes to the high school. From what I hear, he’s had a rough time from the other teens. I felt bad about that. It’s not his fault who his father was.”

Outside the house, we heard Henry calling for his mother. His snowman was done, and he needed his mom to come out and admire it.

“Is that all?” Sandra asked us. “Are we finished?”

“For now.”

“Well, you know where to find me.”

The three of us headed to the front yard, where Sandra oohed and aahed about Henry’s snowman. Before we left, Darrell signaled to Sandra again and spoke to her under his breath.

“There’s one other thing I need to ask you. At any time during the lawsuit, did you get questions about Kip Wells or Racer Moritz? Or did Brink or anyone else mention them?”

Sandra’s face furrowed with concern. “Kip and Racer? No, why? They were killed before the lawsuit ever began.”

“Do you know if they ever worked at the mine?”

“Not while I’ve been there.”

Darrell nodded. “Okay. Thanks for your time, Sandra. Merry Christmas.”

He headed down the driveway. I went to follow him, but Sandra grabbed my elbow before I could walk away. “What’s going on, honey? What does any of this have to do with Kip and Racer?”

“I can’t say.”

“Come on, everyone’s going to know sooner or later. Tell me.”

I still kept quiet, but Sandra was smart enough to make the connection for herself. Her face bloomed with shock as she put the pieces together, and she exhaled a cloud of steam into the cold air. “Son of a bitch. After all these years. He’s back, isn’t he? The Ursulina is back.”

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

I got to work early the next morning, but Darrell beat me there. He had the records from his investigation into the murders of Kip Wells and Racer Moritz spread out on the table in the conference room. This wasn’t the first time he’d done that. We didn’t get many cold cases in Black Wolf County, and Darrell didn’t like unfinished business. So whenever things were slow—which happened a lot—he hauled out the file and insisted on going over the details with me.