Novel & Cerita Court Tracy Wolff

Was there a Tracy? “I think she’s a lawyer.” “Lawyer?” “Yeah, something she said, about her oath never to reveal her clients secrets,” Thomas said, “I think she was actually telling the truth.” “Lawyer…Tracy…” Silas muttered. Something about that sounded familiar but his mind had suffered too many shocks to connect the dots. The lights dimmed and the night’s host appeared on stage as the last stragglers returned to their seats. Tapping his microphone the announcer said, “And now we have come to the moment you have all been waiting for. Third place goes to…”

Shes still missing, gone, and silent. And now this. I grab my phone and call Kennedy. No answer. Of course she wouldn't pick up, she’s probably in class. I scan the paperwork. Attorney of record: Tracy Fox. Not Marty, her so-called brother. Shit. I G****e the name. My jaw tightens. Tracy Fox. The divorce pit bull in the courtroom. The real West Coast terror. I sighed and called her office. The secretary answers. I explain who I am.

I close my mouth. The heat moves through me again, deeper this time. I press my free hand flat against my thigh where she cannot see it, breathing through my nose slowly, evenly counting. My voice stays completely steady. To anyone looking at me, nothing has changed. "Tell your Dr Carter," Tracy says, settling back, "that I am not impressed. Tell her that if she has charges to make, she should make them. I will be right here waiting." She gestures at the room around her. "And tell her to come out from behind her glass and her machine and say things to my face, like a person with a spine, if she believes she has something to say." A pause. "I gave that woman the benefit of the doubt. Whatever

I'm just trying to stay out of this whole mess. Daniel did not smile back. "Cut the act, Tracy. We know about the PR fraud you committed three years ago in San Francisco. The one you covered up by paying off an investigator." Her expression froze. “How—how do you know about that?” He leaned in closer. "We know everything. And if you keep lying, you'll go down with Victor. But if you help us get him, the law will be lenient with you." Tracy swallowed hard. “You’re offering me a deal?

Heavy tears come rolling down my cheeks more from the pain than from the sound of raw anguish in his voice as he continues, "Tracy was weak, Destiny. She was weak after childbirth and you took advantage of that to kill her. Be brave enough to admit it!" Those words make something in my chest break. Tracy? Weak? Isn't she the same woman that asked for a party to be thrown the minute she gave birth because she was so strong? "Tracy is a trained warrior wolf, Tristan. I wouldn't be able to defeat her in combat, not even on her worst day." The words scrape out of my hoarse throat as my body trembles from pain but it's true. He knows it's true. Tristan's voice only cracks with more emotion as he

The door didn't click open; it swung wide with an effortless, arrogant sort of grace. Tristan Wolfe walked in, carrying two cups of artisan coffee and a smile that looked like it had been polished by a professional. "I hope you don’t mind the intrusion," he said, his British lilt smooth and rhythmic. "I’m told the coffee in the *Horizon* breakroom is a crime against humanity. I thought I’d bring an olive branch." I didn't reach for the cup. I sat back, crossing my arms. "The last time someone brought an olive branch into this office, they were trying to buy my silence. What are you trying to buy, Tristan?"

It was methodical and thorough and by the end of it the chamber was very quiet. Olivia's confession was read into the record. She had given it the morning after the archive, in the council holding facility, in a small room with a recorder and a legal witness and no ceremony. It was complete. It was specific. I had been told by the council's lead legal representative, sufficient on its own to close the case against Troy even without everything else. Then they called my name. I stood up, then walked to the centre of the chamber. Twenty one pairs of Alpha eyes. The gallery above. My parents. Lucas at the respondent's table with his silver eyes steady on me.

"The records speak for themselves. The woman is unfit." The lead attorney for the Wolfe Group stood up slowly, his movements filled with a terrifyingly calm, calculated elegance. He didn't look at Vance. He didn't even look at Jessica. He simply signaled Marcus, who stepped forward to hand a sleek, encrypted silver digital drive to the bailiff.

Then she leaned in slightly, lowering her voice like she was sharing pack secrets. “Next time you come here, don’t let these guys intimidate you,” she whispered. “They act like stone-faced lawyers, but they’re mostly harmless.” My wolf gave a skeptical huff. Define harmless. Kate pointed discreetly across the room. “That one with the files? He is an absolute monster in court.” Then she tilted her chin. “The one who just spilled his coffee? He is in the criminal law department. He works especially on minors’ cases. He’s the one people call when everything’s falling apart.”

"Antonov Vasquez is a Terrible man who keeps causing pain to everyone around him, he had ruined countless numbers of lives and with all this evidence, we'll build a case against him where he'll be charged with mass murder, a bunch of international crimes and I'm the end he will either be swerving multiple life sentences or be sentenced to death, but he will never walk the streets again and get the chance to hurt you." I assure, smoothing the knots in her hair. It's begging for treatment, Tracy is not herself. She's back here, but no orders are flying around, the maids aren't scrambling or cruising underneath their breaths and after this whole ordeal, I miss having that bossy girl. I missed i