Realizing that the game was entirely up, the young attorney who had been wiping his neck earlier stepped away from the group. He raised his hands defensively and looked directly at Clara with a pleading expression. “I was only hired last night to push the paperwork through, Mrs. Vance, I swear I had nothing to do with hiding Leonard,” the lawyer confessed rapidly. “If you need a reliable personal injury lawyer or an independent investigator to look into corporate sabotage, I can give you the names of honest firms downtown.”
Clara nodded slowly, pocketing Verónica’s phone while keeping a firm grip on her old family photograph. “You are going to help me find my son right now, starting with every single file in that corporate office,” Clara ordered, her authority absolute. “And if you want to stay out of a prison cell, you will tell me every single location where Lawrence and Verónica kept him hidden.”
