I struggled too, but Ronald Wright just gripped my wrist tighter, enough to hurt. His face was grim, darker than when I was arguing with Grace Mills, like he was holding back some intense fury. He didn’t say a word, just suddenly started dragging me out.
"Ronald Wright! What the hell are you doing?! Let go of me!"
George Harrison froze for a second, then quickly tried to follow. "Sis!"
Paul Allen stepped in to block him. "Calm down, Mr. Harrison. Mr. Wright would never hurt Mrs. Wright."
George snapped, "He already tried to have my sister arrested, and now we’re supposed to believe him?"
"He didn’t," Paul explained. "If he really wanted her arrested, he wouldn’t have handed it off to me. You gotta trust my instincts—I just pretended I called the cops, okay?"
"What?! Are
