Death Demands Justice
On Valentine's night, my father-in-law, Robert Stone, was deliberately run over again and again until he died.
My wife, Vivian Stone, one of the city's top internists, was using every connection she had to produce a psychiatric evaluation for the killer.
When I took the killer to court, she finally answered my call.
"Julian's brother didn't mean to hit and run. He's young. Of course he panicked when something happened."
"Julian and I will take him to Dad's grave to apologize. Tell your father to transfer hospitals quickly. Don't let him die in my hospital and bring bad luck here."
I looked at Robert lying lifeless on the hospital bed and suddenly laughed.
No wonder she had refused to c