100s Of Bikers Buried The Little Boy Nobody Wanted Because Dad Was Murderer!

The rain had just stopped when my phone rang. It was Frank Pearson, a funeral director I’d known for years. His voice was trembling. “There’s a boy here,” he said. “Ten years old. White coffin. No one’s coming.” The boy’s name was Tommy Brennan. He’d died after a three-year fight with leukemia. His grandmother, the only person who’d been with him through every treatment, had suffered a heart attack the day before the funeral and was now in intensive care. Everyone else—gone. Tommy’s father, Marcus Brennan, was serving life without parole for killing three men in a drug deal gone wrong. The press had made him infamous. And in this town, the sins of the father never washed off the…