I never found the birth announcement for my younger half-sister, a product of my father’s many affairs.

Marijuana is a multi-million-dollar cash crop for the state, but users are furtive. Cannabidiol, a marijuana extract commonly used as a dietary supplement, wasn’t even legalized for medical purposes until 2014.

My father was taken to the Madison County Detention Center, where he was charged with cultivation of five or more marijuana plants and possession of marijuana.

His bail was set at ten thousand dollars.*My father, mother, and sister Danna moved to Kentucky in 1979, three years before I was born.

My father had just finished serving in the Air Force in Michigan, and Granny insisted he interview with the Frankfort Police Department.

But wherever Stosberg went to get away from him, he followed.

On the evening of January 26, 1992, Stosberg went with Thurman to his sister’s apartment in Prince Hall Village, a rundown section of public housing next to an old cemetery.

Sometimes I woke disoriented from a hard sleep, the plush blue fabric of the bench seat imprinted on my face, trapped in the back seat of the car, where there were no door handles.

When someone finally noticed my hands pressed against the window and let me out, I would find my father kneeling over a crime scene, making notes or taking photos.

Thursday after executing a search warrant at his Waco home.