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With a racing heart, I dig further into Atwell.
As I dig further into Atwell's background, I discover that he had made good on his word.
He had quit the Mafia and moved far away with his family.
He had started a legitimate business, making good money, and was living a happy life with his wife and child.
They were finally free from the terrible things he had done in the past.
I find a rare photograph of Atwell and his family, hidden into some old photographs on one of Atwell's wives albums on Facebook.
The kid looks at the camera, laughing, while Atwell holds him and his wife together.
They look happy.
Just your mill-of-the-corner, average American trio.
But the Mafia never forgets and never forgives.
I have to know where they are now.
On running a face-detection on the wife and kid, I find my breath catch a hit for the only thing I can find, on the entire open internet, are two obituaries.
Both wife and son, killed in a drive-by shooting right outside their home.
My father, still seething with anger, must have ordered a hit out on Atwell's family. Right?
I don't want to make an accusation for something like this without evidence.
My father threatens everyone.
Does he always act out on his threats?
Well, not always.
"Let it be something here," I whisper to myself, trying to find any evidence for or against before reaching a conclusion, desperation clawing at me.
And then, there it is – an encrypted file, hiding in plain sight.
I crack it open and find a series of communications between my father and some of his most trusted associates.
"Got you," I mutter, my heart racing as I read the words on the screen.
The messages reveal a brutal truth: my father had indeed ordered the death of Atwell's wife and child.
The pieces finally fall into place, and I can see the full extent of the hitman's motivation for revenge.
My stomach churns, the weight of this knowledge bearing down on me like a suffocating darkness.
"Jesus Christ," I breathe out, running a hand through my hair.
Anger courses through me, hot and unrelenting.
How could my father do this?
He had taken innocent lives, leaving Atwell with nothing but hatred and grief.
Atwell, having lost everything he held dear, was now out for revenge against my father and anyone associated with him.
