Trace slid his phone over to me on the table. We were having a peaceful breakfast. “Who is it?” I took his phone trusting it’s someone I want to talk to. “Georgia, Turner’s wife. She’s a lawyer. Or was. Or is. I’m not sure. Anyway, she wants to talk to you.” I put the phone on Speaker so I can continue to feed Bits while I talk to her. “Georgia?” “Hi Celeste. I was wondering if you’d like to meet with me this afternoon. Your personal lawyer is not equipped to handle this. He’s willing to sit council, but you need stronger representation.” “I do? Why?” “I’m sorry, I jumped ahead. Jackson turned you in to the IRS.” “For what??” “Tax fraud. He’s been funneling some of your royalty money into off-shore accounts that are in both your names, then withdrawing the money twice a month.”
