Three Years Later
"Come on, John. Time to head to the courthouse." Beta John Pearson grabbed his suit jacket and walked ahead of me to the door. He was a big guy, he moved like a warrior, and he was one. He could be really scary, but he was a really nice guy. I should know, he'd stayed with me for the last twenty days after making bail.
He'd surrendered his passport and posted a $50,000 bond, remanded to my custody. The judge was firm with him; he could have no contact with Talia Donato or Todd Ruttman, the football player he'd put in the hospital for two weeks. The Order for Protection had been open-ended, it would exist until the judge changed it.
I had received the paperwork for Todd's lawsuit against John a week ago. He'd asked for a lot but settled for a little. Apparently, he did
