The Whistleblower Special

The trial is a spectacle. Tabloids feast on the Brennans like vultures at a buffet, and Grandma Mae's mugshot becomes a meme. You testify in a borrowed suit, voice steady, hands shaking.

Months later, you're Pat now, running a cozy bookshop in Vermont. Snow falls. A customer asks for true crime. You smile. You've finally got time to read.