“Don’t say another word on that tape.”

“You’re my lawyer,” she hissed.

“Tell them to hand over the escrow draft.”

“There is no escrow draft,” Arthur said.

“The fifty thousand dollars stays in my trust account to pay for Lily’s future care.”

Rebecca gripped the edge of the walnut table until her knuckles went white.

“You tricked me.”

“You walked in here to sell my daughter a second time,” I said.