gonna be here in less than ten minutes.”
I started to cry then. I didn’t even know I was crying until I felt the tears on my hands.
“Who killed him,” I whispered.
Duke pulled a cassette tape out of the metal box. Old. The label handwritten in blue ink.
“A man named Gerald Holt,” he said. “Colonel Gerald Holt, United States Marine Corps, retired. You know continue reading …
