CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Twenty-three months later…
Portland, Oregon
Winter clasped Satchel’s hand as the verdicts were read out. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty. It went on and on.
Raziel Ganz stood at the defense table, his expression blank, his eyes never leaving the foreperson’s face as she read out every guilty verdict. Winter shivered involuntarily; how the hell had she ever let that man touch her? He exuded evil and malice.
The judge didn’t waste time postponing sentencing. Raziel Ganz was going away for the rest of his life. His allies had either scattered or been caught or killed by the massive operation that followed his arrest.
As Raziel was led away, he turned and stared at Winter, his eyes cold and dead. Winter didn’t look away. This was the biological father of her daughter, the one
