You’ll walk away with nothing!”

“I don’t want your money, Arthur,” I said, and I let my voice go very quiet and very clear.

“I have never wanted one dollar of it.

I want one thing, and you are going to give it to me before that clock reaches five.

I want my mother-in-law’s freedom.”

Chapter 11 — The Choice

I pulled a second document from my bag and laid it on the table between us — an exit agreement, drafted overnight by my attorney, and it was not negotiable.

It required four things.