The situation with Tina just got more complicated.
I demand answers from my dad, rapid-fire, taking him out in the garden so we can talk privately. I sometimes think better walking outdoors.
What makes people suspect Tina's mother was murdered?
"The whole town knows," Dad says, making a face.
"Then the whole town knows about the way he treated his own daughter," I say, kicking the freshly trimmed grass. "They must."
Dad sighs. "They do, but no one can prove it--and anyone that's spoken up gets hushed up."
Without going into detail, he manages to paint a disturbing picture that cranks my blood pressure up to the danger threshold. "Okay. Facts. You know i'm a true crime buff."
Dad enumerates.
