Chapter 8 - Driving to My Parents Mansion
The iron security gates of my parents' Chestnut Hill estate loomed ahead through the misty, snow-flurried darkness of midnight.
Two local police cruisers and a state trooper SUV were already parked across the circular cobblestone driveway with lights flashing.
I pulled my car in behind them, cutting the engine and stepping out into the freezing wind that whipped across the manicured lawn.
Investigator Miller walked beside me as we approached the grand double doors of the mansion where I had grown up.
Through the tall sidelight windows, I could see my father pacing anxiously across the foyer while my mother sat arms crossed on the sofa.
They looked less like pillars of the community and more like cornered criminals waiting for the inevitable hammer to fall.
The heavy brass knocker pounded against the mahogany wood before the front door swung open without waiting for an invitation.
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A state trooper stood in the doorway, nodding respectfully to Investigator Miller and me as we stepped inside our childhood home.
My father rushed forward, his face flushed with indignation and desperate anger as he pointed a shaking finger at my chest.
