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Jason froze.
For the first time since I had known him, real fear cracked through his arrogance.
Mr. Thompson stepped inside slowly, his leather briefcase tucked under one arm while his phone continued recording everything — Jason’s threats, Megan’s laughter, my bleeding mouth, the broken vase scattered across my mother’s hardwood floor.
“You assaulted your wife while attempting to coerce her into surrendering inherited assets,” Mr. Thompson said evenly. “That recording alone will destroy you in court.”
