Chapter 61: Would I Trust a Word an Ex-prisoner Says?

When Pierce Jackson came home with a mix of emotions, he found his parents still awake. A gift bag sat on the coffee table, containing a tin of tea and two cartons of cigarettes. "Mom, Dad, you're still up?" He glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight. "Couldn't sleep," Arthur Jackson muttered. He took a drag from his cigarette, his face furrowed, then glanced at his wife. Elena let out another long sigh. "What happened? Did something go wrong?" Pierce asked, his brows knitting together. "Your...