CHAPTER 21
This is about Dad. That’s what this is. The police want to ask me questions about my father.
I was in middle school when I first started to understand. Started to put the pieces together. There was more to my dad, the man I loved, the man I idolized, than the loving family man I knew at home.
I was twelve or thirteen by the time I learned I had an older sister. Half-sister, I should say, from my dad’s previous marriage. In the course of one overheard phone conversation, I discovered that when he was younger, my dad had been married and divorced, and that the half-sister I never knew I had had been murdered in a vicious attack.
I wasn’t supposed to know any of this, and so I kept my mouth shut, but I wondered if that had something to do with the creepy men Dad called over for
