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Chapter 155 — Sentencing Anita

Author: Spli_vena
last update publish date: 2026-08-14 15:38:22

Whitfield called on Monday morning, while I was still unpacking the small bag from our

weekend away, sand somehow still finding its way out of every pocket.

“Sentencing’s been scheduled,” he said, no greeting, straight to the point as always. “Three

weeks from today. Given the confession, given the sheer scope of the charges, I don’t

expect a lengthy trial, if there’s a trial at all in the traditional sense. His lawyer’s already

signaled he’ll enter a formal guilty plea.”

“How long,” I asked. “
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