A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

a fist on the table.

“That is not what those records are, Stacey,” he muttered, but his lawyer put a hand on his arm, pressing him back into his chair.

“The records speak for themselves, Your Honor,” Stacey repeated, her eyes staying on the judge, completely ignoring Alan’s movement.

“The court has reviewed the appraiser logs and the school attendance continue reading …