My daughter demanded the three million dollars from the sale of my farm, and when I refused, my oldest son punched me hard enough to break a rib. K – usnews

He turned.

“You don’t know who’s out there.”

“I know exactly who’s out there.”

For the first time, the confidence vanished from his face.

Rachel looked from him to me.

“What does that mean?”

I glanced at the black camera above the pantry.

Rachel followed my gaze.

Her eyes widened.

Marcus did not look up immediately. He stared at me as if he could force the answer out of my expression.

Then, very slowly, he turned his head.

The camera’s tiny green light blinked once.

Rachel covered her mouth.

Marcus’s face drained of color.

“You said that thing didn’t work,” Rachel said.

“I said the old system didn’t work.”

“You told me she canceled the security contract!”

“She was supposed to!”

I looked at my son.

“Two weeks before the farm sale, I upgraded it.”

Marcus’s grip tightened around the g/u/n.

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