these ideas, but we should discuss this as a family.”
“Families don’t fabricate evidence to send an innocent man to prison.”
Silence.
Then her voice changed.
“You’re still an ex-convict. Do you really think a judge is going to believe you over me?”
I looked at the USB drive sitting on the table.
“He doesn’t have to believe me. He only has to listen to my father.”
I hung up.
The legal process lasted eight months.
Ian cracked first.
When prosecutors presented the bank transfers, the messages with the accountant,
