*Alessandro*
I was thankful Nico agreed to be here. I was going to lose my mind in this miserable office. I'd sat trapped in here with IRS agents yesterday, and now I was waiting for Richard to return. He was the best lawyer I knew, and he'd worked with my father for two decades before he was killed. I trusted him with my life.
This was that sensitive. I needed to know what was going on. Everything since last night had been a whirlwind and I was barely able to keep my own head on straight. A lot of people had a lot of questions, me included, and rightfully so. I was determined to get to the bottom of all of it.
"Where is Richard?" I growled, pacing back and forth in my office.
"I don't know," Nico said. "I can't get in contact with him."
I hated thinking about Rebecca rotting in a cel
