Chief among them: make Freemantle believe that body was coming out of the ground immediately.
Before she did anything else, she owed her grandmother a report. She finished her coffee and speed-dialed Opal Dockson.
After describing the depo in detail, she concluded, “Watching Junior react, I figured he’d give in. So obvious his father lied to him. But apparently the other attorney and the newspaper guys had to pressure him to get his consent.”
“How kids are,” Grandma responded. “You see it all the time. A father’s abusive to his kid his whole life. And still, the kid’s at his deathbed, hoping to hear Pop say ‘I love you.’”
Her tone grew sadder. “Painful, watching a kid protect a parent who isn’t worth shit.”
“Won’t catch me doing that. Of course, the Holy Ghost couldn’t protect my moth
