Emerson slumped in his chair drinking deeply from his scotch glass. Leaning forward he refilled it from the crystal decanter on his desk. It was already half gone and he showed no signs of slowing down. Ever since the courtroom debacle he urged his lawyer to find another way to claim the kids, or at least the girl, but his lawyer was drowning in litigation due to charges levied against him for presenting false testimony and interfering with a police investigation.
His lawyer urged him to give up on this matter before he lost anymore face. Luckily they had been in such a hurry to call the hearing they avoided a public trial. If he continued to push the issue however it was guaranteed Prescott would not allow the matter to remain private.
Silas Prescott. The name was virtually a curse. Hi
