Like Father, Like Son

Kira glowered at Henry. If looks could kill, he’d be a pile of smouldering ashes by now. Kira knew she didn’t stand a chance going up against someone as powerful as Henry McCarthy. Four years ago, the police attributed her father’s death to natural causes, backed up by testimony from the hospital. There was no investigation, let alone any arrest. Part of the reason she took the job as a field correspondent was so that she could have a voice in the media. She did try, whenever she had the opportunity, to expose Henry McCarthy’s shady dealings. She knew he was a weapons dealer and had connections on both sides of the law. But she underestimated the extent of his clout in Stamford. Any piece she wanted to publish with Henry’s name in it was shot down by the chief editor. Kira had to swallow her hatred and bide her time. She could take the pain of having to wait for justice to be served, but she couldn’t bear it when he threatened her kids’ safety. ‘Henry McCarthy, you leave my kids alone!