He Killed My Mother,Now I Control His Fortune

Thirty years ago, my neighbor Geoffrey Whitney ran an underground card parlor on the ground floor of our building.

He didn't want to pay for his own electricity, so he secretly spliced a wire into our meter from behind.

My parents were paying hundreds of dollars a month in electric bills while his air conditioning and lights ran all night long.

When my mother went to confront him, he snatched the bill out of her hand and threw it in her face.

“Your family's the one burning through power. Who else you gonna blame?”

Then the wiring short-circuited, and our home caught fire.