For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke
Carl opened his briefcase and took out the final petition for emergency judicial review.
It was bound in a thick blue paper cover.
“The judge will review this in chambers tomorrow morning,” Carl said.
“We have the accounting evidence, the missing deposit tags, and the insurance records.
The only variable left is the execution.”
Brenda got up and closed her office blinds against the darkening street.
She sat back down and folded her hands.
“Will Mark sign the transfer document before Carl serves the court order?” Brenda asked.