Chapter 22
HEATH
Friday morning
The next morning in the office was pure Hell.
After arriving to New York Police headquarters with Violet in tow, my pulse racing after I pushed the newest driver of my on-call town car service to the brink of insanity, I nearly lost it in the lobby of the station.
A rage I had never known crept its way into my skin, and I stood there, talking to the police, my sense of decorum barely in check as the officers relayed the devastating details to me--careful not to push.
The car was tampered with.
Whoever “they” were.
The line to my dad’s Ferrari’s steel column was deliberately cut—clipped right down the middle, and he’d lost control of the car, the vehicle eventually spinning in a destructive circle that almost left him and Marilyn dead on the spot.
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