Nathan smiled.
“Cassidy,” he said gently, “hang up.”
I looked at the encrypted file on my screen.
Then at the gun in his hand.
And for the first time that day, I understood the courtroom had never been the trap.
It had been the fir distraction.
My Parents Tried to Declare Me Mentally Incompetent in Federal Court, Until the Judge Opened One Sealed SEC Folder and Froze
