To uncover the truth behind my daughter's death, I covertly installed listening devices and mini cameras in our home and office, set up projectors that played ghostly images, and hired a detective to follow Calvin Floyd and Wendy Pierce.
The detective sent photos of Calvin Floyd and Wendy Pierce at the hotel to me.
Beyond that, there were disgusting chat logs filled with their disdain for me and my daughter, including them drugging my daughter with sleeping pills just to have their time alone.
I wanted to rip their mouths off!
Putting together various clues from the detectives, I fully realized that Calvin Floyd had long been scheming against me, our daughter, and the company—each action part of a calculated chain.
Calvin Floyd blames me to make me feel guilty so he can get what he wa
