CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Reeling with excitement about this new information, Riley sat in her car in the weedy parking lot of the VFW post. Her hands fumbled nervously as she unfolded the long list of living men who had served with her father.
Sure enough, there the name was:
Chaney, Byron SGT
After all these years, was she closing in on her mother’s killer?
She also kept thinking about what the bouncer had said.
“Your daddy warn’t always a bad man, not deep down.”
It had seemed like a startling insight to Riley. She herself had long since given up thinking of her father as ever having been a good man.
Had she misjudged him?
She certainly hadn’t ever spent much time thinking about what kind of man he must have been before the war, and before his wife’s death.
Should she have shown him
