After A Holiday Dinner Snub, I Chose To Walk Away

the crime.

Part Four: The Reckoning

I boarded the plane to Dayton on a Tuesday morning with a briefcase, not a suitcase. Inside: my laptop, a hard drive with three gigabytes of financial records, printed affidavits.

Mr. Sterling sat beside me, billing four hundred dollars an hour. For the first time in five years, I was happy to pay a bill. He wasn’t continue reading …