Silas CrowleyI stood by the large window in my private office, the city lights glittering far below like scattered diamonds. The glass of whiskey in my hand had gone warm, but I hadn’t taken a sip. My mind was elsewhere, already several moves ahead.Margaret Chen, my lead counsel, sat across from my desk in a crisp black suit, reviewing the notes I had sent her an hour earlier. She was one of the few people I trusted completely. Ruthless, and brilliant in the courtroom.“Marcus Richardson has lost his mind,” Margaret said finally, closing the folder. “Hiring Raymond Kline was a desperate move. Kline is notorious for this kind of dirty work. forged documents, bribed witnesses, planted evidence. But he’s also sloppy when rushed.”I turned from the window and sat down across from her.“Victoria confirmed the details this evening,” I said. “Fake medical records claiming Sarah has severe postpartum depression and psychotic episodes. Bribed former employees ready to testify she was unstab
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