““My brother was investigating the origination of the drug when your boy Javier shot him in the back of the head like the coward he was.” “I am sorry for your loss,” Dumas quietly said. “Papa, what are you going to do about this?” “I have my suspicions on the source of this little yellow pill, and if my assumptions are correct, I also know how the information is being squashed.” He patted her on the head as if she were a child who was worrying about adult things. “Trust me to see it ...handled.” Sophia swept her father’s hand away and stood. “I’m not a silly little girl, please don’t treat me like one.” “I was merely trying to reassure you that—” “No, Papa, you were once again talking down to me in that condescending tone like you always do. I’m tired of it. If we cannot converse as two intelligent, equal adults, then we simply will have nothing to say to each other.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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