Chapter 8
I couldn’t just play defense anymore. If Rob was threatening my child, I needed to know what kind of ammunition he had — and, more importantly, why they were escalating this so violently.
My mother’s reaction at the table hadn’t just been anger. It was panic. The desperate lash of a trapped animal.
I scrolled through my contacts and dialed David Reed, an old college roommate who now ran a corporate investigations and crisis-management firm in the city.
He answered, groggy.
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“Dave. It’s Daniel. I have an emergency. I need you to pull everything you legally can on Dr. Robert Sterling and my sister, Vanessa. Finances, court records, everything.
Right now.”
