The House I Built With Love
Julian, standing between me and the door, believed his organization made him untouchable.
What he did not understand, what men like him never understand, is that an organization is not a shield; it is a paper trail with a menacing face attached.
The more elaborate the scheme, the more of it there is to find, and to prove, and to hand to a prosecutor.
My sister acting alone would have been harder to convict than my sister acting with a firm, a notary, a lender, and a lien.
They thought their organization made them safe.