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“Thunder and Amanda, you know them.”
“How do they know you?”
“That’s an interesting story. How do you think the courts here know all about your past in Arkansas?”
“What’re you saying?” Amanda was the one who ratted me out? I always suspected her husband had something to do with the weed that was found in my house, but when I brought it up to the public defender, he’d all but laughed in my face and told me that if I wanted to get Thunder McCall involved, I’d have to find myself another lawyer, one that he obviously knew I couldn’t afford.
“Anyway, since you’re my son’s birth mother, I thought I should at least come and put your mind at ease that he’d be taken care of while you’re in here.”
“What do I care about your son? Wait, what did you say? Birth mother? What do you mean?”
“I mean the child you knew as Junior. I’m changing his name, by the way, since we now know that Dan was not his father. I won’t be telling the real dad either since you’re both a waste of space, which he never needs to know. I’ll tell him that you died in an accident.”
“You crazy bitch, you can’t have my kid. I didn’t sign my rights away.”
“You didn’t have to. The courts decided for you when they saw the videos of you drugging and abusing him.”
“What are you talking about? How did you….?”
“How did I know? Your ex had videos of you doing that and a whole lot more.”
“Dan knew?”
“Yes, and now so does everyone else. Looks like when you slept with my husband, you did me a favor; that seems to be your forte because, from what I’ve learned, you did the same thing to Amanda, and now she’s with someone who’s much better than the ex you stole. You always were a winner.”
“So this is where those looks you were so proud of got you. Then again, free room and board for the rest of your life is more than some people have. I hope every day in here is the worst of your life you deserve it. Meanwhile, I’ll be raising my son to never remember you or even know that you exist.”
She got up to leave, and I grabbed for her, but the chains that held me tied to the table would only let me reach so far. I screamed threats at her back as she walked away without a backward glance.
I slumped back down on the chair, defeated. Nothing had gone right for me in longer than I care to admit. The drug charges, the murder charge, I know that my life was pretty much over, that I would never see the light of day again, but I refuse to accept it.
It couldn’t all end like this. I deserve so much more in life. There was so much I wanted to do. The stupid lawyer kept going on about how lucky we were that Arkansas had waived extradition because of the extent of the two cases I was facing here.
When it wasn’t that, he was telling me how lucky I was that the state no longer had the death penalty. All while I’m telling him to find ways to get me out of here. I knew I had nothing to do with the drugs, and I could’ve come up with a reason for the murder even with the videos, but now, if Dan had kept video records, it was all lost. And that bitch Amanda was to blame.
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THUNDER
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I’m a mean bastard,I know. I could’ve chosen any day to hit her where it hurts, but I went for the most effect. Why? Because of her part in what happened to Amanda, that woman is a nasty piece of work and though my wife has no idea what I’ve been up to behind the scenes, at least I know that I’ve exacted vengeance on her behalf.
What Cecile didn’t know was that losing her home was just the beginning. It was just by a stroke of luck that I was able to have the kid removed from her care so quickly. When I’d asked Kieran to go through Dan’s house, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I guess you can say we hit the motherlode.
Dan had kept recordings, which he downloaded to a hard drive, which showed Deidre medicating her son, among other things, which was all that was needed for an emergency injunction.
I’d already contacted Diedre’s sister and told her about her nephew and the fact that his mother was looking at spending the rest of her life behind bars. For the rest, I had to pull some strings and grease some palms here and there, but it was worth it.
As I’d long suspected, the kid was not Dan’s, but what was even more fulfilling was what had happened to Cecile in the interim. She’d made herself broke fighting for a kid that wasn’t hers and would never be. That was part of my plan.
I knew she would lose what family she had left when her in-laws learned about the sale of the house because they had a deal, something I was privy to, thanks to my investigation. I also used her journals to prove to them that they had wronged their son, which I found through her family, who had cut her off years ago.
Her sister was only too happy to share them with me. I’m not sure why they never used them against her before, but according to the sister, it was because of the kids. That was her parents’ decision, but now that they were gone, she had no reason to hold back. Plus, I paid her nicely for the journals.
With those journals, her house of cards came tumbling down. Now she was without a home, her husband had filed for divorce, and her daughters wanted nothing to do with her. She was done.
Last I saw, she was sleeping across the street from the place where she’d slapped Amanda. I happened to see her there on one of Amanda’s doctor visits and had my men run her off from there not long after. She had obviously gone insane in the weeks after and was now a resident of the state’s mental wards.
