A Game With No Rules
This was one of the reasons I came back earlier than scheduled, leaving the business deal in Nevada at a friend’s hand.
I’m no saint. Neither are the men gathered at this table, but we don’t allow outsiders to bring their dirt into our home. And what angered me the most is that they are getting closer to home. One of the missing victims is the daughter of a worker on the plantation.
A sixty-year-old widower, a mother of four, Dolores, came knocking at my door at four in the morning. She was in tears, informing me that her youngest daughter, Ella, hadn’t come home from a friend’s party last night. Local authorities would follow protocol and wait a few more hours before accounting this as a mi
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