En cours de chargement...
For the first thirty-three years of my life I had no knowledge of my father, no idea what he looked like, his name, whether he was dead or alive. Then fate brought us together. Then, a year later, he decided to hire me. Although we had talked for a year, my father was still Gawain Morgan to me, a stranger, not my dad. Would the task of locating Frankie Quinn bring us closer together, or drive us further apart?Frankie Quinn was a con-man, a life-long villain, a member of my father's old gang.
That's right, my father was a villain too, with dodgy contacts, a shady past and sins he preferred to forget. The police wanted Frankie and, if arrested, he faced the prospect of spending his final years in prison. However, he had a trump card, evidence of my father's indiscretions. Frankie was looking to cut a deal with the police, my father was looking for Frankie. They knew that one of them would spend the winter of their days in prison; who would it be?Meanwhile, the clock was ticking towards my wedding day.
Would I enjoy the happiest day of my life, or be left crying into my champagne?Sins of the Father, ten days that defined my relationship with my dad.