Even my own flesh and blood think I’m washed up!
DOIN’ IT TOUGH
Both Chase and Summers had searched for her, but it was as if the earth had opened up and swallowed her, leaving not a trace or a clue to her whereabouts behind. The murder charge, of course, had been dropped, but Summers would never forget Sarah.
“That bitch can hang me anytime she chooses, Eli,” he’d confided to his troubleshooter many a time in the year since her disappearance. “It’s a bad feelin’ knowin’ there’s somebody walkin’ around who could show up one day and talk your head into a noose.”