His brother-in-law in the kitchen.
His wife on the floor by the side of their bed, only her foot visible when he entered the room.
And finally, Molly tied to the toilet in the bathroom with the sash from her robe. She’d been strangled to death, just like Abigail Richards.
And they had all died because of—
Me.
Decker put his hands over his head and sat there on the cold asphalt as the rain pounded down on the metal roof above.
He thought he had hit rock bottom when he’d lost his family, his job, his home. He had nothing.
But this, he thought to himself as the images unspooled over and over in his head, beginning with his brother-in-law and ending with daughter.
This…this is rock bottom.