CHAPTER FOUR
June 4, 2013, 11:30 PM
1908 Port Colony Way
Tampa, Florida
I’d retired from the Department of Justice in 2006. I went to work for the local Sheriff. Since my youngest son, John, had recently graduated from a top tier law school and because I maintained an expensive mistress—Gretchen—I had no plans to retire and live out my golden years in peace and comfort.
It had been a miserable day. I’d been wrestling with the unresponsive bureaucracy of the Social Security Administration. To calm myself before I went to bed, I sought out a soothing video on YouTube.
It had become my habit late in the evening to watch something placid and soothing. While I watched, I would pray on a special rosary. A friend had purchased it for me from the gift shop at the Chapel of the Holy Cross on
