Chapter 14
A man with a history of petty theft, in and out of jail more ines than I could count.
He cleared his throat and spoke, voice shaky.
“That incident back then… Rachel Dawson ordered me to do it. Miss Burns was completely innocent. Her own daughter tricked her into attending a gathering at the Dawsons‘ estate.
“She was given too much to drink, and when she was too intoxicated to stand, I was told to take her to a room and slip a wad of cash under the pillow.”
Rachel had orchestrated everything, ensuring the authorities received an anonymous tip at just the right moment.
Before my mother even had a chance to wake up, before she could even realize what was happening, officers burst through the door under the guise of a vice raid.
“Even now, it’s easy to ruin a woman’s reputation. Spread a little gossip, slap a label on her, and suddenly, she’s a pariah. And back then? It was even easier.”
I tightened my grip on the microphone.
“I didn’t study journalism just for this one case.
