“Have they asked you to talk to them?” He started off toward the exit, and I followed him. “No, have they asked you?” I shot back. “I got a letter. I told them to go fuck themselves.” Kansas got a letter? Why hadn’t I? “What did it say?” I asked as I locked the greenhouse and we started toward my car. “Just that they wanted to speak to me as they wanted victims to come forward. It’s all bullshit.”
