Daniel slammed his fists against the reinforced glass, his face purple with rage.

“Claire! Open this door right now! This is my house! This is my legal residence!”

I calmly stepped forward and pressed the button on the internal intercom.

“No, Daniel,” my voice projected crisply through the exterior speakers, echoing across the manicured lawn.

“This house was never yours. It was only ever the lavish stage set for your confession.”

Would Daniel’s expensive lawyers find a loophole to destroy Claire, or would the courtroom become his final burial ground?

PART 3: The Verdict and the Phoenix

The wheels of justice grind slowly, but when they’re heavily greased by undeniable evidence, they grind exceedingly fine.