I Found My Son and Grandsons Sleeping in a Frozen Car — Three Months Later, Her “Evidence” Backfired in Court

from the edge of his bed.

“What did they say?”

“That you’re not crazy,” I said. “And that this whole arrangement smells like a very organized crime.”

The laugh he produced was the first real one I’d heard since the parking lot.

Rebecca Hart’s office was on the twelfth floor of a glass building downtown that smelled faintly of eucalyptus and serious money.continue reading …