My Grandson Thought I Was Dead Until He Saw Me Under a Bridge With a Private Jet Waiting

crimes unit and the medical board that morning, and the case had moved faster than Victor expected.

“Victor Brooks,” one of them said. “You’ll need to come with us for questioning.”

Victor turned to Luke. His voice was different now, softer, the last tool he had left.

“Son, don’t do this.”

Luke met his eyes. “I’m not doing this,” he said. “You did.”

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