him down a thirty-foot stairwell.”
Susan Parsons pulled out handcuffs, her face professionally neutral but her eyes apologetic. “Son, I need you to stand up and put your hands behind your back.”
“Dad—” Drew’s voice cracked.
“Do what she says. Don’t resist. I’ll have you out by tonight.”
But even as Victor said it, he knew it was a lie. As Susan led Drew continue reading …