Rhett dropped his shirt down,
"They do and they also know what I'm going after. One of the reasons why they want me dead."
"This is risky Rhett. You have to stop and let our men dig deep into this," Richard said.
Rhett scoffed, "I have been doing this for years Father, searching for information, and all of a sudden you want me to stop?"
"Yes. You have to stop before you get yourself killed. I won't sit back and let you die, Rhett, I promised your mother that."
"Well, this is more reason I'm doing this Father. I need to know the bastard that got my mother killed. I want him now father, I want to see him before me and groveling while I'm preparing the worst death he has ever seen." His tone had changed and Richard could see the difference in his eyes.
The Rhett before him was nothing like his son.