Chapter 88

Good Bye

"Nonsense! There's no way he's my son! How old are you?" James asked Marshall with an annoyed face.

"Twenty-two years," Marshall said dryly.

"Look! How can a thirty-three-year-old me have a son as big as him? Come on, use your wits!" he snapped, glaring at Becky.

"Yeah, James's right. He only met Nora at fourteen or fifteen. It's a bit unlikely that Marshall was his son," muttered Becky as if she'd just realized it.

"Forget about it and focus on more important things, Marshall. Would you like to testify for us in court?" interrupted Detective Thompson impatiently.

"Yeah, of course, I told you I would," he said a little curtly. He leaned back, and then looked out the window, which gave a view of the bustling streets of Los Angeles.

"My mother sexually exploited me since I was twelve, not only me but other boys as well, she is a devil and should