Chapter 75

Even though the staff had tidied up the place, my dad’s headstone was still lying face-down, and the photo—his smiling face—had been scratched to pieces. It felt like someone was slowly squeezing my heart, harder and harder. That scene from his fatal car crash flashed back in my mind. I’d been way too soft on Lena Carter and her mom. Ruining their reputation? That’s nothing. If I can’t make them pay with their lives, then I’ll at least make sure the law catches up with them. And Grandma… I have to get her treated. She’s the only witness who knows they hired a killer. I made a silent vow right there. While Henry Smith was off helping with the headstone repairs, I went to find the cemetery manager and asked to check the surveillance footage. Too bad the place was huge, with cameras only at a few entrances. My dad’s plot was cheap and remote, only cleaned once a week—definitely no cameras around. Then, out of nowhere, families of the two neighboring graves showed up within half an hour af