Chapter 4 - The Fortress and the Law
By 6:00 PM, the quiet, wooded lane leading up to the Carter estate in Greenwich, Connecticut, looked like a military perimeter.
Two unmarked black Suburbans were parked at the iron gates, staffed by Michael’s private security detail. At the end of the long, winding cobblestone driveway, the massive French provincial manor—stone-walled, slate-roofed, and set against forty acres of manicured woods—blazed with light.
In the cavernous, two-story living room, Marcus sat on a butter-soft leather sofa that was easily three times larger than his bed in Hartford. His small sneakers barely hung over the edge of the cushion. In his lap was a fresh plate of warm chocolate chip cookies that Mrs. Henderson, the relief cook, had brought him fifteen minutes ago, along with a glass of milk in a crystal tumbler.
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Sitting on the floor directly in front of him, surrounded by an absolute mountain of plush stuffed animals, was Zoe.
The ten-month-old was wearing her little red dress, her dark curls bouncing as she sat on her diapered bottom. She was staring at Marcus with an expression of
