Franklin had been told about Tracy's and Rob's deaths before I got home. I sat in the office as he wheeled his way in.
"Rad, I'm so grief stricken over Rob and Tracy. How are you holding up?"
"I'm sure you are sad, Frankie," I said knowing he hated to be called that. "You're probably even sadder that your plan failed asshole."
"Wait. What? Rad I know you're hurting but..."
"Shut the f**k up, you phony f**k. I know you tried to kill me. I know you and Rob planned to kill me and you planned to kill Rob, only Rob f****d up your plans."
If looks could kill I would have been dead right there. "You are insane, Rad. How did you ever come up with such a wild theory?"
"It's simple, Frankie. You tried to kill me by sabotaging my crampons. Same way you tried to kill Rob. But you see, I never cl
