My Parents Called Me At 2 A.M. On Christmas Eve Screaming For $20,000 …

banshee scream meant to shame me.

“My son. My son is a traitor.”

I didn’t look back.

I walked through the security door. I heard the heavy click of the lock engaging behind me.

And for the first time in 32 years, I felt light.

I sat down in the interrogation room.

Ramirez put a tape recorder on the table.

“State your name for the record,” he said.

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