That’s all Garrison Meyers could bring himself to say. What he’d help do years ago, burning down that house, had been something that had weighed on his conscience ever since. He’d heard about the orphaned kids, and he’d felt terrible. He’d then covered it up, made sure that those survivors got none of the insurance money they deserved. He shouldn’t have done what he did.
Now he stood across from the man he’d screwed over. Derek looked angry. He had every right to be.
“I’m sorry, Derek,” Garrison said.
“Leave, now. I don’t want to see you again.”
SMP was lynched Day 3. He was