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I paused. “I’m not sure if that makes me feel any better.”

Cecilia butted in. “You have to do something, Clint. They really did a number on you. Even if you simply sue them for the hospital bills or something—”

Dad snickered. “Yeah. Pay me back some of that money.”

“Howard!”

I rolled my eyes. “Please excuse him.”

“Did you just excuse me for someone else?”

I looked over at my father. “I did. Because you’re acting absolutely insane right now and I’m tired of it.”

His eyes lit up with fire as he stood up from his chair. His eyes panned toward the lawyer as he buttoned his suit coat. Cecilia got up quickly and followed him out of the room, trying to talk some sense into him. And as the door closed behind them, I cleared my throat.

“I’m really sorry for that.”

Omar shook his head. “Not your fault, Mr. Clarke.”

I sighed. “So, if I wanted to press charges, what would we do?”

“We’d gather evidence and serve each of their families with a formal subpoena. The boys are being held right now, so t