“You’re out of options, Jessi.

The assault report is drafted.

Sign the paper, or you go to prison.”

I did not answer Luca.

I have found that the most effective thing you can do to a man who believes he is in control is to behave as though he is not in the room.

Instead, I reached into my briefcase, drew out a thick manila binder, and slid it across the polished table to Arthur.

“You should read that,” I said, “before your lawyer uncaps that pen.”