The shooters

D. ABUELA-OH, GOD!!!

I. IF ABUELA COULD TAKE A TEN-SECOND LOOK AT A BLACK-AND-WHITE PHOTOGRAPH OF A TWELVE-YEAR-OLD SHE HAD NEVER SEEN IN HER LIFE AND FIRMLY DECLARE, "THAT'S MY GRANDSON. HE HAS JORGE'S EYES," OR WORDS TO THAT EFFECT, THEN…

THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO CHANCE IN HELL THAT ABUELA DOESN'T KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OR MAYBE SHE HAS SAID SOMETHING-INDIRECTLY-WITH ALL THAT TALK ABOUT ME NOT HAVING A FAMILY??? AND GETTING A DOG??? BUT A DOG IS NOT THE KID…

"THE KID"???? HE'S YOUR SON, YOU ASSHOLE!!!! YOUR BLOOD, THE FRUIT OF YOUR LOINS, THE WHOLE GODDAMN NINE YARDS!!!!

Castillo stopped typing, looked at what he had written, ran the cursor over everything to highlight it, and then put his finger on the DELETE key.

This is not going to go away by sending it into cyberspace!

Then he held down the CTRL key, then typed "ENC." He saved the now encrypted file as FATHERHOOD and turned off the laptop.