On Easter Sunday Afternoon, a Gray Stuffed Rabbit Was Holding Federal Contract Evidence
“My lawyers will have this warrant tossed out before sundown,” she said.
“Your lawyers are busy talking to federal agents at your corporate headquarters downtown right now,” Michael said.
“This is a complete outrage,” Victoria said.
“My son is a public figure in this state.”
“Where’s Ethan Caldwell?” Michael asked, his voice low and even.
“He’s in his private study going over legal filings,” she said, pitching her voice up toward the upstairs hall.
“And he won’t be answering a single question without his attorney.”