CHAPTER FOUR
“Whatever you found out, I’m sure it’s gotten warped in your twisted mind.” Leslie sat on the bed, his gaze following her every move. “It was a long time ago, Max.”
“It was still a horrible crime, and he covered it up.”
“He did not cover it up.” She set her purse beside her. “He wasn’t ever charged with anything.”
“He killed that girl.”
“It was an accident.”
“All those church followers won’t see it that way. He was driving drunk and killed his date.”
“He was sixteen years old.”
“And that matters?”
“First off, he wasn’t drunk.” She sighed. “He was horsing around behind the wheel, trying to impress the girl and he lost control. They had a terrible accident, and she died at the scene.”
“And your grandfather, the chief of police, covered it up.”
“It wasn’t like that.”
