“And the notary public who stamped that fraudulent document is sitting right over there at petitioner’s table—Mr. Voss’s junior associate, Tyler Vance.”
Tyler Vance jumped out of his chair as if the leather had burst into flames, his face turning completely, utterly white.
“I… I was told she signed it in private! Mr. Hale brought it to my desk and told me she verified it over the phone!” the young associate blurted out in sheer, desperate terror.
“Shut up, Vance!” Voss yelled, but it was already far too late.
The trap had sprung, the jaws had snapped shut, and the entire Hale family was caught dead in the center of the steel.
