My daughter-in-law called to tell me my son had di…
Part 2 The photograph slipped from Brandon’s trembling fingers and landed face-up on the kitchen table. “No…” he whispered. Frank frowned. “You know him?” Brandon stared at the tattoo again. A black compass. Inside the compass was a tiny silver star. “I’d know that tattoo anywhere,” Brandon said hoarsely. “His name was Eric Dawson.” The…
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