entered his kitchen.
When he saw me, he started crying.
“I knew you’d come eventually.”
I wanted to hit him.
Instead, I sat across from him.
“Whose body did I bury?”
His face collapsed.
“Lawson.”
“Whose body?”
“I don’t know her name.”
Everything inside me stopped.
“The remains were female.
Similar age.
Similar dental structure.
We were given altered dental records.”
“By whom?”
He looked toward Prescott.
I noticed it.
So did Prescott.
Veer stood abruptly.
“Please leave.”
Prescott’s hand moved toward his jacket.
I stayed seated.
“Doctor, look at me.”
Veer wouldn’t.
“Who paid you?”
“I didn’t have a choice.”
“Everyone has a choice.”
“They had my daughter.”
“Who?”
His breathing became shallow.
“Ask your father.”
I stared at him.
My father had been dead for eleven years.
“You mean my father?”
Veer shook his head frantically.
“No.”
His eyes moved again.
Not to me.
To Prescott.
“Her father.”
