Page 61 of Mischief Night (The Obsidian Brotherhood 1)

The judge stood in the doorway, watching the whole thing transpire in silence.

Dad cleared his throat, then walked over to his desk. “Please, have a seat.” He motioned to the chair on the opposite side. “Damn shame about Bradshaw.” He shook his head as if he cared about our dead attorney. I knew better. “But hopefully you can clear a few things up for me. Some technicalities.”

Like my three-billion-dollar trust.

He looked over at me. “That’s all, son. Close the door on your way out, would you?”

Gladly.

I shut the door behind me, then pulled out my phone and found Chandler’s name.

“It’s me,” I said when he answered. “He’s coming unhinged. We’re going to need to speed this shit up a bit. Meet me at the club. You know the one.”