“They won’t bury it in a drawer,” I said.

He looked at me for two seconds, his face blank, then nodded toward the door.

At two o’clock, I sat across from Marcus Reed in his third-floor office at the Legal Aid Consultation Suite.

Marcus was a thirty-year-old court advocate with his shirtsleeves rolled up and three blue binders open across his desk.

“Your father’s legal team sent a notice of interest to our clerk this morning,” Marcus said, tapping a yellow legal pad.

“They’re claiming it was a minor family dispute and that full medical restitution has already been offered.”