“My Son-in-Law Threw Soup in My Face at Dinner — He Had No Idea Who He Was Really Messing With”

into Katherine’s corner office overlooking the Chicago skyline.

She was waiting, standing by her desk with a folder so thick it might have been a novel. When she saw my face—one side red and angry from the burn—her professional composure slipped.

“Jesus, Hank,” she whispered. “What did they do to you?”

“What they’ve wanted to do for five years,” I replied.continue reading …