#Chapter132
Christopher Ross.
I never heard laughter cease so quickly. It was as if someone cut off everything; silencing the room enough to hear a needle hit the ground.
/"How do you know my father's name?/" I struggled to swallow that knot that formed in the back of my throat.
/"Because I know your father./"
He’s lying.
/"You're a lie./" I snapped.
/"Christopher Ross. Also known as Chris Gold now. He was a doctor who specialized in family practices. The man who died in a horrific car accident./" He leaned back in his chair.
It was simple.
It was easy for him to know about my father before his death. Hell, even an old newspaper could tell him about my father.
/"I mean it was the perfect cover up. A little fire and a body-/"
/"You stalked us?/"
/"Of course not./" He smiled as if he knew it all. /"I’m just a little disappointed that he forgot to tell his family about his little side gigs./"
