My hands shook so badly I nearly dropped the phone.
Another message appeared.
This one contained an address.
And one final sentence.
COME ALONE IF YOU WANT TO LEARN WHY YOUR FATHER PRETENDED TO DIE.
I stared at the screen.
Then a third message appeared.
A photograph from eleven years ago.
My father.
Alive.
Standing beside Greg.
And beside them was Richard Caldwell.
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