Rett
“You're more worried than your wife," Boyd Clark said as he and I stood back against the wall and watched Emma and Boyd's associate Sophie Lynch discuss Ross Underwood.
I kept my voice low. “I understand what's at stake better than she does."
“You need to help her understand, Everett. She can't walk into a deposition unprepared."
“It isn't a deposition. It's a witness statement and preparation is what you and Ms. Lynch are being paid to do." I looked him in the eye. “Paid very well to keep me out of legal trouble and now also my wife."
Boyd nodded toward the women. “I thought Mrs. Ramses might work better with Sophie, and it appears I'm right."
Emma and Boyd's associate had been in the front sitting room, talking and going over time lines since nine this morning. It was almost
