“I’ll give you two million dollars.” Dan raised an eyebrow.

“Are you trying to bribe us?” “Three million!” Derek shouted.

I leaned back and looked at the man who, two weeks earlier, had left my daughter sleeping in a bus station without milk for her baby, and who was now throwing millions across a desk to keep himself out of prison.

“You still don’t understand,” I said, standing to my full height.

“We are not negotiating with you.