“You can’t let a grifter sit in your library and destroy ten years of building a career.”

Richard sat down behind the massive desk and didn’t look at his son.

He picked up his fountain pen and tapped the barrel three times against his palm.

“You told us eight years ago that she signed a release,” Richard said.

His voice had the dry, measured tone of a retired judge reading a transcript.

“She did,” Ethan said, turning his gold signet ring twice around his finger.

“She signed a liability release in November of that year and took a settlement.”