Mr.Stamp

Previously

…“And who is this man, Ms. Jenkins?” I asked, my voice carefully neutral. She hesitated, her eyes darting towards the door as if expecting someone to burst in. “I… I don’t know his name. But he’s connected to the Corleone family.” My heart hammered against my ribs. It was happening. The net was closing in. I was Mr. Stamp, the brilliant lawyer, the man who could outsmart anyone. But now, I was also the man who had helped a killer escape justice, the man who had crossed the most dangerous man in the city. And the game, as always, was far from over. It was just getting started.