Seven Years After Hanging Up Her Uniform, Samantha Exposed Eleven Million Dollars in Court

At ten o’clock my phone lit up on the kitchen table.

The screen said Wyatt Palmer.

I let it ring twice before I picked up.

“Hello, Wyatt.”

“I need to ask you for something.” His voice was lower than I remembered, with none of the smooth edges.

“My firm is reviewing my position.

They know about the indictments.

They know about the accounts.”