He Grabbed the Cleaner’s Daughter to Take Her Phone! He Didn’t Know What Her Grandfather Had Taught Her…

in a small courtroom with beige walls and no jury. Dean sat beside his attorney wearing a dark suit that fit too tightly across his shoulders. Without the black uniform and wall of trophies behind him, he looked less like an authority and more like an irritated man waiting to be served.

He did not look at Mara.

He looked at Lucy repeatedly.

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