Chapter Twenty-Eight
“I don’t know, Alice. This time I really screwed up,” Carrie said. She found some comfort sitting at the table in her father’s house with Alice. After hearing her father tell his sordid tale, she should have hated him, but she couldn’t. For the first time, he had opened up to her, and she realized that he’d allowed her to think the worst of him and Alice.
Her father was a mystery. After his story, he had picked up his phone and made a call to someone. She still didn’t know who it was other than that his name was Chris. Then the documents had appeared, first by email, then courier. When she asked her father who the man he’d called was and how he had been able to obtain something no one else could, Jack had said nothing. She had watched him and the look he had, and, fo
