can. I still got a lot of good contacts with MPD and the Feds. I’ll get you some answers, but you need to understand that the truth may not be something that you wanna hear. It sounds like there could be more than just the four bodies scattered out on the interstate. Your father could have been a real monster. Are you ready to accept that?”
“Up until a few months ago I didn’t know that the man existed. I know he was a killer. The man I consider my father was the war hero who raised me. No one can take him away from me. Gilbert Andrews is part of my history and I just want to know the whole story. I fully expect to find out that he was a horrible serial killer. I just need to know all that I can.”
The two men got up from the outdoor table and were walking back to the IROC as a Tampa police car stopped at the traffic light at the entry to the parking lot. The window rolled down. “Hey Bunny,” the officer in the passenger’s seat yelled while waving his arm out the window at Joey D.
Joey acknowledged the greeting with his own arm wave. The light turned green, and the patrol car emitted a short crack of the siren as the car left the intersection. Joey D. still had contacts in southern law enforcement for sure.
“Bunny?” Seven questioned while getting in the passenger’s seat.
“Yeah, it’s just a fucking thing that happened, I’ll tell you ’bout it later,” Joey said as he brought the Camaro roaring to life.