“I left Frank to die in that room. I did it on purpose.” “I know.” He stumbled back. “You don’t know. I’m saying I decided he didn’t need to live. I fucking wanted to kill him.” His admission was one the cops and my father’s lawyer had looked for but had never received from him. He never, ever admitted to anything when called to the stand or asked by the press. I placed my hand on his chest and felt his heart thundering. “Father always kept the keys on him, and you’ve never—not once—done something without calculating the odds. I knew, Jax.” “But that summer, you never said anything.” “I didn’t
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