They Thought They Were Turning Me Into Someone Smaller and Easier to Rob – Instead They Walked, One by One, Into a Room a Fraud Attorney Had Spent Years Building Around Them

He was only ever the distraction — the loud thief in the front room, hired, in effect, by the quiet one working the vault.

And I had almost spent my entire life fighting the man in the front room.

Chapter 8 — Read the Second Contract

My father had told me something, once, near the end, that I had filed away as one of an old lawyer’s many maxims and had not understood until that year I finally lived it.

“Always read the second contract, Julia,” he’d said.

“Anyone can write a first contract.