Enter Sandman Ch 07
It took me half the night to read the report on Mr. Greg Sands. Several times I had to put the report down and have a slug of straight whiskey. The report had shaken me to my very core. I might have known my friend Sandman at 18 years of age but the person at 28 was a sick twisted animal. The report gave me all the answers I was looking for and I thanked God that I wasn’t the target of his rage. I was sure Peterson Sr. had read this report and must have had a good old fashioned belly laugh,...