I’ve always known.
I’m the one who helped him disappear.”
PART 3
Here is the story my wife told me, at our kitchen table, at two in the morning, eight years too late.
Jessi’s father, Harold, had not been a rich man’s rich father. He’d been a small-business owner — a regional construction supply company — who, twelve years ago, made a catastrophic mistake.
He’d trusted the wrong partner.
