My daughter called me from her wedding suite while I was lying in a hospital bed, still bl:eeding from the ac:cident.

in mine.

Around noon, my attorney, Denise Park, entered the hospital room wearing a charcoal suit and dark red lipstick, carrying a folder thick enough to bury someone.

“The buyers are fake,” she said.

I gave a faint smile. “Victor?”

“Victor’s cousin. They used a shell LLC created three weeks ago. The car was transferred to a dealership owned by another continue reading …