The past wasn't merely a faint trace in memory; it was an unseen river, its currents capable of suddenly dragging you into the darkest depths. For Michael Bennett, the shadows of the past that had only whispered until now began to materialize into a reality that gnawed at his soul.
The dark secrets of the Davis family, which initially seemed like a tangled thread of political malfeasance, slowly unraveled into a terrifying tapestry of personal tragedy, where the line between hunter and hunted, between victim and perpetrator, blurred and became frightening. At the crossroads of time, Michael found himself not only a digger of truth but also an inseparable part of the bloody drama that had long been played out on the stage of his life.
Walter Davis's words struck Michael like a high-calib
