Chapter 33Two gravestones sat side by side at the base of a Colorado hillside, resting in the shade of a family of tall aspen trees with thinning yellow leaves and flaky white bark. Engraved words on their granite faces spoke of men who’d passed on before their time—men of the same blood, separated for decades but finally reunited.
Eight days had passed since the gunfire had ended in front of a posh Pawleys Island home, the lives of all involved forever changed.
Diana Lumbergh wept with her shoulders low and her hand over her face. Her police chief husband cradled their daughter in his arm as he spoke to the small group of people in attendance who’d gathered to pay their respects. Diana rested her other hand on the frail shoulder of her elderly mother, who sat in the wheelchair in front
