“My dad owns every law firm in this province,” the lawyer’s daughter laughed after ramming her brand-new Tesla into my old Subaru

minutes left.”

I hung up.

When I stepped out of my office, Sophie was standing in the hallway holding the bag of pepperoni with both hands like it was a security blanket.

“Dad?” she asked. “When are we making the pizza?”

“Soon,” I said, and crouched to her eye level. “But first, someone’s coming by to talk to you.”

Her forehead wrinkled. “Is it the dentist continue reading …