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  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. DEDICATION
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  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Phillips had his jacket off and his arms folded, and he looked frustrated. I had taught Marcus The Art of Jury Trial as War, chapter 5: “Under no circumstances do you talk to the police. You don’t chat about the weather, you don’t mention you like their shoes, you don’t say anything but your name, which you’re legally required to do.” It looked like Marcus had followed my advice.

I stood there and stared at him. He had a smirk on his face.

“Can you get bail set, Tatum? I’d like to go home tonight if possible.”

I grinned as I approached him, and then I grabbed him by the throat. I lifted him out of the chair and pressed him against the wall, squeezing his throat. He reached up and tried to remove my hand, but I was stronger and angrier than he was.

“You son of a bitch, she was seventeen. Seventeen!”

“Lemme go!” he spat.

“You killed Mindi, too, didn’t you? Didn’t you!”

Phillips grabbed me then, wrapping his arms around mine and pulling me off. Marcus coughed, his hand around his throat as he glared at me.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” I said.

I pulled loose from Phillips and turned to leave. Marcus shouted, “Where you going? You’re my lawyer!”

“Not anymore.”

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I made the decision about what to do next without really thinking about it. There was only one person I needed to tell. I sent the text before tossing the phone out the window into the Atlantic.

I packed casual clothes, workout clothes, and a single suit. I thought about what else to grab and couldn’t come up with anything. I had a line of expensive watches, but I didn’t want them anymore. A closet the size of an apartment held my shoes, of which I took only my favorite pair of sneakers and the dress shoes I was wearing. This was my entire life, and there wasn’t a thing in the house that I wanted to take with me. People said that what you valued most in life was the first thing you would save in a house fire . . . I had nothing I would bother to save.

The front door opened and Sarah walked in. She saw the large suitcase I was hauling, and she leaned against the wall and folded her arms. “Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“For how long?”

I put the suitcase in front of the door. “You can have the house.”

“What?” she said with a laugh.

“This house. You can have it. I’m taking the Tesla, but you can have the Ferrari. It’s yours. The title’s in the safe in the bedroom, and I’ve already signed it, and the house, over to you.”

“Tatum, Tim called me in a panic and said you texted him that you quit.”