PALMDALE
PALMDALE, CALIFORNIA
Four Months Later
After Papa Little closed the kitchen door to his condominium, he walked outside to the patio overlooking the arid desert of Antelope Valley. He could see the rugged San Gabriel mountains in the distance. But the breathtaking views that Sunday morning didn’t distract him from his singular purpose. He dialed a disguised number on his cellphone while nervously glancing through the sliding glass patio doors to ensure that his wife wasn’t within earshot.
“Hey babe, glad to hear from you.” His baritone voice seduced the female caller every time she answered. Today was no different.
“Hey, handsome. When am I going to see you again? I miss you.” The excited female voice only encouraged Papa Little’s antics. She was one of many women on the side
