Chapter 4“How in the hell would they even know to call us?” Sean asked, rubbing his knuckles along his forehead as he gazed at his sister.
“The police in South Carolina?” replied Diana, her elbows resting on top of the wooden table in her small kitchen. When she lowered a large mug of coffee from her mouth, her red eyes wearily held his. She looked emotionally spent, likely not only from the morning’s news of their father, but also from a sleepless night.
“Yeah. The Pawleys Island police. We haven’t heard from good old Dad in decades—not since the prick left.” Sean sighed. When they had tried finding him through public records a while back, they had come up empty-handed. “Absolutely nothing. Diddly s**t! But the second he croaks, the cops are able to figure out who his family is and call
