Greg and Richard stood at the foot of Judge Baker's grand estate, the heavy door closing behind them with a final, echoing thud. The sun was dipping low, casting long shadows across the marble steps as the two men paused in silence.
For a moment, neither spoke—but there was a shared weight in the air, one that was beginning to lift.
They had struck a blow.
A decisive one.
Greg inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the cool afternoon air. His chest still ached from the tension, but it was easier to breathe now.
Richard adjusted his cuffs, his sharp gaze fixed ahead.
"Feels lighter," he muttered. "But not over."
"Far from it," Greg replied. "This was just the first domino."
Then Richard glanced sideways at his son. "So, what's next on your warpath?"
Greg gave a tired half-smile. "Cammy. I had one of my men record the judge's entire confession. I'm heading to the hospital to show it to her. She deserves some good news."
Richard arched a brow. "And the bad news?"
