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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 296 of 307 I killed the man who had beaten Steve's daughter. Steve was a genius. He was hundreds of miles away while the man he wanted killed was in fact getting killed. And even now that I knew, what was I going to do, tell on him? No. I had left the scene of the crime. And in my mind it wasn't really much of a crime, I mean, Cox was going to kill me. I really had no choice. And yet Steve had set all this,in motion knowing how it would all play out. And yet Steve had no pictures around his house. Not of Sariah or his grand children. He had asked me to get pictures of them. Oh that sentimental old fool. He wanted me to kill his ex son-in-law and while I was at it snap a few pics of his grandchildren. Obviously Sarah hated him. What had he done? Had he not believed her when she started to complain about Cox's abuse? Had he disowned her? Had something worse transpired between the two of them when she was a girl? Whatever happened, she was running from Steve as hard as she had been running from Dale. Steve wasn't killing Dale to try to save his relationship with Sarah. Whatever happened between the two of them, it was beyond fixing. He was simply killing Dale because he wanted to. It was payback for hurting his daughter, even if she might never speak to him again, there would be some satisfaction in knowing he had gotten that bastard Cox out of her life once and for all. |