During Family Breakfast, My Sister Hurled a Hot Frying Pan at My Daughter
I picked up on the second ring.
“Rachel, it’s Marcus Vance,” my lawyer said over a clear line.
“I just walked out of the court clerk’s office in Pontiac.”
“Did Judge Vance take the evidence binders?” I asked.
“He accepted every exhibit,” Marcus said.
“He set the final child protection evidentiary hearing for nine o’clock sharp Monday morning in Oakland County Courthouse, Room 3B.”
“Has Vanessa’s lawyer been told?” I asked.
“Attorney Cross got the formal hearing notice an hour ago,” Marcus said.