CHAPTER 6: THE RUINED MAN'S SHADOW

CHAPTER 6: THE RUINED MAN'S SHADOW
The phone rang at midnight, the harsh vibration vibrating against the nightstand.
I answered it before it could wake Maisie. A voice rough with alcohol, desperation, and defeat filled the line.
My father.
âI know what the girl found in the frame, Evelyn,â he whispered.
I gripped the receiver, my knuckles turning white.
âStay away from my daughter,â I said.
He let out a bitter, hollow laugh that rattled through the speaker.
âThat key opens a private safety deposit box at First National,â he revealed.
âThere are bearer bonds inside, enough to clear my court debts,â he continued.
âEnough to restore my name in this town,â he added.
âThey belong to me, Evelyn,â he demanded.
I stood up, walking to the window to look out at the dark, silent street.
âThey belong to the grandchild you pushed into the dirt,â I countered.
âIf you come near this house or my child, I will have the detectives lock you away for good,â I warned.
âYou wouldn't do that to your own blood,â he threatened.
May you like
âWatch me,â I whispered.
And I hung up the phone.