Author: Nicola Mike

Julian was formally charged six weeks later. Grace called me while I was in a meeting. I stepped into the hallway. “They executed the warrant this morning,” she said. “Forgery, …

Julian called me that evening. I was at the hotel where I had been staying — a quiet room, a window that faced a courtyard, a bed that was only …

The meeting with Darcy’s colleague, a financial fraud attorney named Grace Morrow, lasted two and a half hours. Grace was direct in the way that people are when they have …

We met the following morning at a small hotel restaurant near the waterfront — neutral ground, Petra had suggested, and I had agreed. She was already there when I arrived. …

Darcy called back in four hours. I was at my desk, working through a stack of contracts that had waited two days for my attention, when my phone lit up …

His name was Gerald Foss. He was sixty-three years old, recently retired, and had been Julian’s business partner for four years before Julian’s company collapsed. He met me at a …

My office was on the fourteenth floor of a building downtown, twelve minutes from Darcy’s. I had not been there in two days. My assistant, a quiet and efficient woman …