tailieunhanh - Daddy’s Little Girl,

Ellie Cavanaugh was seven years old when her older sister was murdered near their home in New York's Westchester County. It was young Ellie's tearful testimony that put Rob Westerfield, the nineteen-year-old scion of a prominent family, in jail despite the existence of two other viable suspects. Twenty-two years later, Westerfield, who maintains his innocence, is paroled. Determined to thwart his attempts to pin the crime on another, Ellie, an investiga-tive reporter for an Atlanta newspaper, returns home and starts writing a book that will conclusively prove Westerfield's guilt. As she delves deeper into her research, however, she uncovers horrifying. | Daddy s Little Girl By Jonathan Carter Copyright 2013 Jonathan Carter Published on Smashwords by Imagine That Studios The strike against the door was hard enough to make the wood splinter. It was also hard enough to make the shotgun in Reggie s hand jump. He splayed his fingers on the fore-end and that was when he noticed how sweaty his hands had become. With one shell at the ready another already in the chamber it was time to implement Plan B. The door buckled again. Reggie s body jerked. Plan B it was simple just like in their wills if one of them were stuck on a machine and incapable of making decision for themselves the other would carry out the final wish and terminate all life support. It stood to reason - what kind of life could be expected in such a condition. When the light from outside streamed through the crack in the door Reggie tightened his grip on the shotgun. Both of them were on life support right now. What kind of life could be expected So why was it so different now Was it because there were no machines No body lying prone in a stark sterile hospital bed. No unnerving quiet save for that hollow sucking artificial sound of deep breathing while an EKG keeps time with a constant beep-beep-beep from the EKG At least that s what you see in the movies anyway. The wood panel broke free leaving a perfect rectangle-shaped hole in the walk-in closet s door. The light from outside poured in at first. Then a small figure stepped into the sunshine and peered quietly into Reggie s hiding place. Plan B. Reggie shouldered the shotgun. He felt the curve of the trigger the metal softly click .

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