Chapter 15 — The Downfall

When Julian finally got back to Chicago, forty-eight hours later, expecting to march into the townhouse and demand an explanation, he found the locks changed and a moving crew already on the curb.

His clothes, his golf clubs, his computer — packed into six cardboard boxes on the porch, beside my assistant, who handed him a copy of the temporary restraining order and the notice of eviction and informed him, with cold courtesy, that the lease was in Ms.

Sterling’s name, the tenancy was terminated, and he had twenty minutes to load his boxes before law enforcement arrived.