At my dad’s retirement dinner, he raised his glass…

Abandoned drinks. The banner, 35 Years of Justice, hanging crooked.

Jaime walked back across the ballroom to me. I stood. We faced each other.

“Four years,” I whispered.

“Four years,” he confirmed.

“You investigated my father for four years and never told me.”

“I couldn’t. If you knew, his lawyers would claim you influenced the investigation. The case continue reading …