Mr.Stamp

Previously

…My game, however, was just beginning. And this time, the stakes were higher than ever. The hair in the trunk. It was a clue, a challenge, a declaration of war. And I, Mr. Stamp, the newly minted lawyer, was about to accept it. I would build my case, not with evidence and testimony, but with intuition and instinct. I would play the laws game, my way. And if I played it right, I might just survive.