I stared at the grainy screen. I couldn’t look away from the video. A murder.
The video showed the interior of the warehouse, but it wasn't an office. It was a dark corner where two men were struggling. In one swift, cold motion, a man raised a heavy iron pipe and struck.
The sound of the impact echoed through the tablet’s speakers, followed by the sight of the body being dragged toward the center of the room just as the first spark of the warehouse fire was lit.
Daniel didn’t move. He sat there like a statue carved from ice. My father let out a long, shuddering sigh from the bed, closing his eyes as if he could finally stop running from the image he’d carried in his mind.
"There's more," Daniel whispered. His voice was so flat, so devoid of emotion, it scared me more than his anger ev
