“I know he wasn’t a very good man, but child trafficking?” I got up, pushing the center table away. “My father wasn’t even good at gambling, he’s not smart enough to pull this off.”
“He certainly wasn’t a very suspicious fellow.” Detective Eric let out, casually. “He almost fooled me.”
Roman shifted on his seat, uninterested. He looked like he was deep in thought, but his eyes were focused on my bare lap. I cleared my throat, trying to understand how my father could be involved in a thing like this.
He was a gambler, that’s all. This must be a mistake.
“And what exactly do you think my father was involved in?”
“I don’t think, I know.” Eric leaned in, his long legs looking out of place beneath the round table. “He was a child trafficker. I understand this must be hard to wrap your head
