“Thirty-two years ago, my mother was attacked at a camp along with the other counselors—she survived by stabbing the guy in the chest. His body was never found . . .” Chase looks down at one of the headlines, all the dots seeming to connect in his head before he blinks up at me, ashen and shocked. “It was this Billy guy?” Our eyes lock as I finally tell the goddamned truth. “Billy’s my father. And he’s back to finish the job.”
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Trilina Pucci,
One Killer Night