My Parents Called Me At 2 A.M. On Christmas Eve Screaming For $20,000 …

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The flight to Las Vegas was a blur.

I sat in seat 14A, staring out at the clouds, not feeling anything. No sadness. No fear. Just pure, unadulterated resolve.

I had called Marcus, my college friend and a ruthless attorney.

“Meet me at the station,” I told him. “Bring everything. The heavy artillery.”

When I landed, Marcus was waiting at the curb in continue reading …