It was raining heavily that day.
The dull day Steven McCain was finally laid to rest. It was funny to Tyler how he and his brother fed these guests with nothing but lies about just how good of a man their dead dad was.
But he was not.
He had been a devil of a man. A man who had taken his own wife's life and had been able to live without guilt or remorse all these years. And just when justice was about to be served, he played everyone, killed himself so he couldn't spend the rest of his life in jail.
But this was not the man they spoke about at the funeral. They spoke of a man that sounded like a stranger to their tongues. A good and wonderful man.
The detectives were there at the funeral, watching from a distance. He didn't really understand why they were there but almost the whole
