Chapter Twenty Two
The sentencing was a formality. Everyone knew it. The judge. The lawyers. The reporters crammed into the gallery. Liam had confessed. The evidence was overwhelming. The only question was how many years. Adrian sat beside me, still as stone. His hand was in mine, but he wasn't really there—somewhere else, somewhere far away, somewhere he'd been going since the courthouse steps. "Seven years," the judge said. "Seven years in state prison, to be followed by five years of probation. Restitution to Wolfe Industries in the amount of 3.7 million dollars. And a permanent restraining order against Ms. Ivy Cole and her mother." Liam nodded. Didn't flinch. "Mr. Wolfe," the judge continued, "do you have anything to say before I pronounce sentence?" Liam stood up. Turned to face Adrian. "I'm sor
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