his headphones.
“Who is that?”
I answered the door.
Our attorney, Mr. Collins, stood outside with a folder. A uniformed police officer accompanied him.
Jason’s face drained of color.
He’d encountered Mr. Collins before.
Three months earlier, Jason had become involved in a dispute serious enough to require legal assistance.
My parents had loaned him money, and Daniel and I had helped purchase a vehicle after his previous car stopped working.
Later, we discovered he’d attempted to sell that vehicle before resolving the ownership arrangements.
Mr. Collins had issued him
