Agnes Came Home Early from Ireland and Found Her Grandson Locked Out of Her Tulsa House
I opened the binder to the first tab.
I pointed at the printed video still of the dark garden.
“We’re going to rehearse this,” I said.
“I’ll play the defense lawyer.”
Clay sat up straight.
He put both hands flat on the desktop.
“Mr.
Quill, did you ever personally see my client mistreat your son?” I asked.