CHAPTER 41

A mansion in the hills of Southern California “What do you mean he’s dead?” Forrest Coswell’s voice was deceptively calm. A man would have to be three parts insane and a fourth part delusional to ever feel comfortable in his presence. “In a regular way. Shot twice in the head in a seedy motel just inside a shithole town called Otterville Falls.” Forrest, a man in his fifties, had enjoyed the finer things of life and it showed. His stomach was no longer flat, his face was ruddy...