Dan nodded. "We did. He's been taken into custody. Mike and the sheriff are taking him to the station as we speak. I have no doubt he'll be found guilty after ballistics come back. With any hope, he'll spend the rest of his life behind bars."
"Who was it?" Terry asked. "Why did he want to fuck up my life so badly?"
"He wasn't after you, Terry."
"But—"
"He was after me," Dan said. "He was just using you to do it."
"Who was it?" Terry was shocked by the tears that welled up in Dan's eyes. "Baby? Who was it?"
"Please don't hate me," Dan whispered.
Terry grabbed the man's face between his hands. "I love you, remember? I could never hate you."
"Yes, but once you learn who was doing this…"
Terry smiled. "Never going to happen. I love you, and I'm not taking it back. Now, tell me who did this."
Dan swallowed tightly before saying, "Once, a very long time ago, he was my father."
Oh damn.
