PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

“Honey, a man who loves your future should not be in such a hurry to manage it.”

Savannah had laughed then.

She thought her father was being protective.

Now she understood he had been warning her.

Outside courtroom 4B, reporters gathered in the hallway.

Not many.

Enough.

The Miller Foods name still meant something in Chicago. The company had supplied school continue reading …