But they’ll fight dirty.”
“They already stole three years of my life,” I said. “I’m not giving them the rest.”
Sarah closed the folder.
“Then we’ll go through the proper door.”
Eleven days later, the first court orders were issued.
The judge froze Ian’s bank accounts, requested the construction company’s financial records, and ordered an emergency review of my conviction.
That same afternoon, Grace called me.
“Michael, sweetheart,” she said in a sickeningly sweet voice. “I received some very strange legal papers. I don’t know who’s filling your head with
