Three weeks after the files went public, Ral sat in a federal courthouse waiting room with Louis beside him and Marcus handcuffed to a table across from them. His uncle looked diminished without the expensive suits and controlled environment that had once defined him, wearing prison orange that stripped away every vestige of the powerful businessman persona.
"The prosecutor is offering a deal," Marcus's attorney announced, entering with documents that represented the final negotiation of a fifteen-year war. "Life imprisonment without parole in exchange for continued cooperation against remaining network members. They want your testimony at The Hague next month."
"What about the murder charges?" Rebecca asked from where she sat with her foundation's legal team. "He covered up my uncle's c
