My 6-year-old granddaughter phoned me in panic just after midnight. “Mommy says the baby is coming! Help!” I asked, “Where’s daddy?” She answered, “He k!cked mommy’s tummy and left.”…..

Trent looked like a broken man. His expensive clothes had been replaced by an orange jumpsuit. His confident swagger was gone, and his eyes held the hollow look of someone who’d realized too late that actions had consequences. “Kain,” Trent called out as he was loaded into the transport van. “This isn’t over.

I’ve got lawyers, connections. I’ll be out in 6 months, and when I am.” “No,” Harry said quietly, his voice carrying across the parking lot with absolute certainty. You won’t. Trent’s face twisted with rage and desperation. You think you’ve won? You destroyed my life, but I’ll find a way to destroy yours. Your daughter, your granddaughter.

Harry stepped closer to the van. And his expression made the federal marshals tense up. You just threatened my family in front of eight law enforcement officers and three news cameras. That’s going to look real good to the federal prosecutor. I was just You were just making threats against federal witnesses in a kidnapping case.

That’s another 5 years minimum. Harry’s smile was razor thin. Keep talking, Trent. Every word you say digs that hole a little deeper. Trent seemed to realize he’d made another mistake. His mouth snapped shut and he slumped back in his seat as the van doors closed. Attempted kidnapping of a minor, conspiracy to commit extortion, illegal gambling operation, money laundering, assault with intent to cause grievous bodily harm to a pregnant woman.

Lasowl read from a federal indictment that was three pages long. Conservative estimate is 25 to 30 years, assuming he pleads guilty and cooperates fully. He won’t cooperate, Harry said. Too arrogant, too convinced he can beat the system. Then he’s looking at life without parole. Harry nodded. Justice would be served, but there was still one more piece of business to handle.

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