On Monday at ten I sat in a small office in Bellhaven with a folder of bank statements and vendor receipts on the table, and Susan Reyes read through them with a pen in her hand.
She was in her fifties, with short gray hair and reading glasses on a chain, and she did not say anything for a long time. When she finished, she set the pen down and looked at me.
"Your father said you're not afraid."
"I'm afraid," I said. "I'm just not going to stop."
She nodded. "Good. Fear is fine. Stupidity isn't." She tapped the folder. "This is a good case. Not a great one, but a good one. They moved your money into a different contract without your signature. That's conversion. Possibly fraud. But here's the thing: they have good lawyers, and they have thirty years of goodwill in this town, and you hav
