POV: Brigail
"Brigail! Brigail! It's Uncle Mac! Sweetheart, you know me. You know I can't hurt your dad! Believe me, I didn't know what happened to him!" he pleaded.
Brigail took one more step closer to him so he could have a good look at her. His acrid smell was almost overwhelming. But Brigail didn't mind. Her rage was stronger than her repulsion.
"I believe you," she said with a cold hard stare. "I believe that you left him when he didn't turn out to be the winner you were hoping for. What was that term you used? Ah, yes! Money pit! Did he ask you for the fare back to Louisiana? Did he ask you to help him come home?"
A vein in her forehead throbbed as she tried to keep her voice low and venomous.
Mac Rattray had the decency to drop his gaze to the floor. She was spot on with her as
