She thought he looked distinguished. I saw him for what he really was; a predator. He promised to take her away from here… away from me, like I was the monster. He said I couldn’t keep her from leaving; she was going to be famous.
I warned him, Franny’s my daughter; no one was taking her away. He laughed…called me an old man. Well, I may be old, but I keep my promises. They never did find her body, just her sunglasses where they fell among the flowers and a lot of blood...in Mr. Hollywood trunk.
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