Forgive Me, Please Forgive Me

Dad.

Dan Wicket had raised two honest and honorable sons. He'd worked in the cutthroat world of real-estate in one of the more ruthless firms. Those superiors had pretended he just didn't meet their sales standards when he was really fired for not being sly, for not edging his clients towards anything less than their dream home.

Jimmy had done wrong. He had allowed Peck to do wrong.

Now, he may be getting what he deserved.

Rat had threatened him with the knife tonight. The job hadn't gone wrong. Jimmy, Jimmy just couldn't help mouthing off.

So he needed to be set straight and put in his place.

Their most recent photo had been almost two years old.

Nevertheless that photo became Missing Persons posters.

Police officers searched Jimmy's room and his own. They'd presented to Clara what looked like a stash. A hoard of food, in case his was stolen, or not given in the first place.

"They don't deserve what we do."

"What if it were you?"

But Peck deserved it.

He deserved all this and more.

His Dad, deserved to hear the truth.

From somewhere, either where he lay in a hospital or by the mouth of some power above, Peck confessed.

The pressure had really been on to perform and sell.

Ever since his condition had gotten worse.

"Is it my fault your like this now?"

"Will you forgive me?" Jimmy collecting on a furtive, criminal sale.

Corruption of a minor. "Will you forgive me?"