Twenty-eight days after the coffee shop reconciliation, Ral stood outside the International Criminal Court in The Hague with Louis beside him and Vincent providing moral support from his wheelchair. The European tribunal had moved with unprecedented speed, motivated by the scope of Marcus Anderson's testimony and the international attention the case had generated.
"You do not have to do this," Louis said for the third time that morning. "Your written statement would be sufficient."
"I need to face him," Ral replied, adjusting the tie that felt like a noose around his neck. "Not for revenge. For closure. There is a difference."
Vincent wheeled closer with the blunt honesty that eighteen years of friendship had earned him. "Boss, closure is therapist talk for getting the last word. If tha
