In a Hartford Courtroom, Grant Wanted the House Until a Little Purple Toy Started Playing
“You’ve stripped this family of its reputation over ordinary business transactions, Emily.”
“They weren’t business transactions, Margaret,” I said, keeping my voice quiet and steady.
“They were illegal transfers into shell accounts in your name.”
Margaret pressed her lips together and looked away toward the tall hallway windows.
Grant looked down at Sophie, who was hanging on to her rabbit by its ears, and then back up at me.
“If I lose the firm, there won’t be any monthly support payments for Sophie,” Grant said, lowering his voice.
“Don’t file any extra criminal complaints with the state prosecutor.