Chapter 259

“I don’t fucking care!” Vance shouts, livid, as he paces back and forth in his study. “I want the head of whoever this fucker was that went to press with this, do you understand me?” I watch Vance as I sit curled up on the sofa, my knees pulled to my chest. We’re a week into the trial, and someone has leaked information about my case, and the media are going nuts with it. News reporters and papara