RedemptionChapter 8 The Daughter and the Cop
Friday evening “SIR, WHEN IS IT CONVENIENT for your daughter and me to get together?” “Call her directly. Whatever she wants is OK with me.” “Yessir.” Suzanne punched off and looked at her phone. This was going to be interesting. She pulled up the girl’s number and connected. “It’s me.” “Yeah.” The older daughter was a girl of few words today, apparently. Suzanne remembered how chatty she was when they’d first met a few years ago, a cheerful girl, full of questions as Suzanne, along...