When My Key Wouldn’t Fit the Lock, I Knew Something Had Changed

I smiled until my cheeks ached.

“Okay, Mike,” I said. “Okay.”

I hung up. Then I opened my texts and typed six words to my attorney, Athena Clusterman, on Boston Avenue in downtown Tulsa: They took the bait. File everything now.

That smile didn’t come from nowhere. It had a blueprint. And to understand the blueprint, you need to understand what it took continue reading …