him useful.
Judge Morrison’s voice became colder.
“Mrs. Hale, are you alleging identity fraud?”
“I’m alleging that someone used the identity of a deceased military officer to conceal beneficial ownership of assets.”
Richard slammed his hand against the bench behind him.
“This is insane.”
I turned.
“Would you like me to continue?”
He stared at me.
Vivian grabbed his wrist.
Not affectionately.
Desperately.
That was new.
Judge Morrison looked toward the bailiff.
“One more interruption and Mr. Hale will be removed.”
Richard said nothing.
The judge turned back to me.
