Mr.Stamp

Previously

…After what felt like an eternity, Miller nodded slowly. “We have a deal, Mr. Stamp. But you’re not off the hook. We’ll be watching you.” As the FBI agents took Jacob into custody, I watched them go, a sense of relief washing over me, quickly followed by a gnawing unease. I’d survived. Jacob would survive, at least for now. But the Corleones wouldn’t forget. And Agent Miller’s parting words echoed in my mind. We’ll be watching you. My new life as a lawyer, a life of quiet discretion, had just taken a very loud, very dangerous turn. The shadows I’d tried to escape were now my only refuge, and the game, it seemed, was far from over.