Chapter Thirty-Four
I hesitated. The man who had killed my family was one floor below me; sitting in a holding cell with no idea I was coming to see him. It was almost too much. The weight of expectation crushed me.
How would I react? Would I end up in another cell myself? Did I care about the ramifications after all this time chasing him?
I grabbed a cup of coffee from the break room and visited my makeshift office one last time to make sure I hadn’t left anything behind.
My heart raced. I knew I was stalling. Nervous, palms sweating. Everything had come down to this.
I was going to meet the bastard who killed my wife and son.
Suck it up, Tom.
I closed the door to my little office behind me and started down the hall. The stairs that would lead me to Roland Teach were straight ahead
