Chapter 28 “That’s him,” he answered somberly.
Lisa closed her moist eyes and lowered her head. The framed photo she’d taken from the mantel dropped from her trembling hands and cartwheeled across the lush, carpeted floor. It ended face-up.
Sean experienced a guilty sense of vindication. After all, he had proven them all wrong—Lumbergh, Jefferson, Coltraine . . . even Uncle Zed. And Sean wasn’t one to let them forget it. He thought of the exuberant grin that would surely be pinned across Toby Parker’s loyal face once he learned of the news—the news that son of a b***h Roy Hughes would have to write about in the paper for the whole town of Winston to read. Sean fought back the urge to smirk.
The end zone dance would come later, though. Right now he was audience to a world of pain. He had
