Owen’s business began to suffer.
But still he stayed.
Finally, Desmond made a quiet phone call to Officer Ray Grant, a man who had received Desmond’s financial favors many times before and knew better than to refuse him.
The arrangement was simple and shameful.
Officer Grant would fabricate a fraud case against Owen, process the paperwork through a junior colleague who asked no questions, and Owen would be taken away before anyone could react.
And one morning, it happened exactly like that.
Owen Carter was arrested at his shop in front of his workers.
The charge was fraud, completely fabricated, completely false.
But the paperwork looked real.
The handcuffs were real.
And the prison cell was very, very real.
Lisa screamed when she found out.
She cried.
She hired a lawyer immediately.
But the lawyer kept hitting walls.
Documents that mysteriously disappeared.
Officials who suddenly stopped returning calls.
Desmond’s reach was long and quiet.
He simply looked at his sister and said, “When you calm down, you will thank me.
” She did not speak to him for weeks.
Now here is where fate, or the universe, or whatever you believe in, decided to get involved.
Because around the same time, Desmond had developed a habit of stepping out of his car during his morning commute to stretch his legs.
His route took him past the small roadside market, and his driver usually handled any shopping.
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