Mustache Man leaned back with crossed arms and a hum of frustration. “It doesn’t make sense. Why would Mr. Ford go to all that trouble storing a kid in his basement for over two decades, without some kind of twisted perversion involved? Sexual predators might do this. Even cult members might do this. But a lonely farmer with no priors?” He shook his head, his dark eyes squinting at me. “It doesn’t add up. Why doesn’t it add up, Oliver?”
bro is acting like the victim is at fault-
