Charli

Signature crimson flowed upward from the starched white collar of his shirt as Alton Fitzgerald stopped midstep and turned my direction. "It appears as though the prodigal daughter has returned."

I didn't stop walking until I was right before him. "I want to see her."

"You'll have to understand that I have no intentions of slaying a fatted calf on this occasion simply because you've decided to grace us with your presence."

"What happened?" I ...