Michael
Elizabeth’s aunt mentioned that they were investigating my father at the same time as she was investigating this Damian Griffin. I wondered how far their investigation got before my father passed away. The man at the funeral… who was he, and could he possibly be linked to all of this?
Then I saw a familiar face in one of the photos I had been paging through. The man that came to talk to me in the courtroom on that first day… I thought he was a reporter, but why would he be in this picture, shaking hands with my father? Was my dad maybe on the good side? Maybe he was helping the police all this time and simply made it look as if he was part of the illegal operations. All these questions and no answers were driving me insane, and I was about to destroy another phone when it rang.
