A little girl cried outside a crowded restaurant, pointing at a trash can: “My mom is sleeping in there.” The wealthy diners laughed and threw food at her. But when a billionaire pulled up, stepped out, and slowly lifted the lid…

violent entrapment. I watched Miller’s jaw tighten. I saw Caleb’s knuckles turn white where he gripped the arms of his chair.

“We’ll bring him in, Mrs. Shelton,” Miller promised, shutting his notebook. “He won’t get away with this.”

But the devil always wears a bespoke suit, and Oscar was a master of the counter-strike.

By that afternoon, the television continue reading …