Mr.Stamp

Previously

…"Of all counts," the foreman continued, his voice unwavering. Guilty. Of all counts. The words hung in the air, a death knell for Woodville’s freedom. But for me, they were a temporary reprieve. The immediate threat of a messy, public trial was over. But the real danger, the one that lurked in the shadows, was only just beginning. As I looked at Agent Miller, I knew this was not the end of her investigation. And as the courtroom began to clear, I caught the eye of one of Corleone’s men, lurking near the exit. His gaze was a promise, a silent vow of retribution. The trial was over. Mr. Stamp’s real work, the work that truly mattered, had just begun.