Finding Andrew Fletcher
~ 1 ~ His name was Dexter Fox. He was born in Atlantic City New Jersey. His father, Jonah was a Blackjack dealer and his mom, Viv, was a cocktail waitress. A fairly common pairing in that town. Dexter was raised by a series of Mexican and Puerto Rican nannies who looked after him at night. From the time he was about five, he pretty much took care of himself, walking then riding his bike to school. What his parents couldn’t provide in terms of actual parenting they made up for with cash, which was fine with him. He always had plenty of money and learned to respect it as he grew. He had a couple of friends who lived close by and they were in the same sort of situation, so they kind of all raised each other, with the help of the odd big brother or sister. It was a pretty good life. His friends were good friends. His parents were as good as could be expected for casino people. When Dexter was about seven, which most religions will tell you is the age of reason, things began to change...