I Found My Adult Son And Grandson On A Chicago Park Bench After His Life Collapsed

Luther instead—my head of security, my right hand, the man who’d been with me for twenty years and knew where every body was buried, metaphorically speaking.

“I need a full audit of Midwest Cargo,” I said dryly, without preamble or explanation, because Luther never needed either. “And find out what is happening in the Galloway house—unofficially. Just continue reading …