CHAPTER THIRTY
The moment the old man walked into my life and introduced himself as my grandfather I knew it was true. I knew. It didn’t make sense. It flew against all my training as a prying, somewhat cynical and suspicious homicide detective. But I knew. The conviction was absolute. It was like wearing an old familiar coat. It was just comfortable. He was my grandfather. I won’t bother to describe the range of emotions I experienced when I met the man for the first time. Suffice to say they were emotions I had rarely felt before.
And it was good.
But I wasn’t blind. If you’re a cop you can’t stop being a cop. You can’t shake off years of experience in listening to people and working to separate the truth from the lying. The money bothered me. There were nagging questions barking like
