Tall.
Silver-haired.
Private-school smooth.
The kind of man who could say “best interests of the child” while billing $1,800 an hour to bury a mother.
“Your Honor,” Bennett began, “Mr. Vale is prepared to provide generous temporary support, including private medical care, provided Mrs. Vale agrees to relocate to a suitable residence outside the city and refrain from public statements regarding this proceeding.”
Claire rose.
“My client has no intention of being exiled from her home because Mr. Vale finds her pregnancy inconvenient.”
Savannah whispered something to Marcus.
He smiled.
I watched my father notice.
He wrote one word on his legal pad.
I couldn’t see it.
I didn’t need to.
Judge Whitmore looked at Bennett.
“Why outside the city?”
Bennett’s expression did not change.
“Security concerns, Your Honor. Mr. Vale is a high-profile individual. His residence has become subject to emotional volatility.”
“Whose emotional volatility?”
A flicker.
