The Wrong House
“Prove it,” he hissed, spit flying.
“You’re a useless, paper-pushing nobody, Evelyn. I built everything we have. If you fight this divorce — if you even mention that money — I’ll crush you in court with lawyers you can’t afford to look at.
Sign the papers, take the scraps I’m leaving you, and consider yourself lucky I let you stick around this long.”
He turned and walked out, leaving the door ajar, his footsteps echoing down the hall.
He had just handed a verbal confession of federal wire fraud to a decorated U.S. Army colonel.
Chapter 4 — Colonel Shaw
Daniel’s cruelty had burned away my last hesitation.