Robert didn’t answer. “You’re not going to get justice that way, Rob,” Peter said gently. “Not fast enough. Not in a way that stops it.” He hung up without saying goodbye. Just let the phone fall flat on the table beside the mug.
He sat there for what felt like an hour, the light shifting across the floor as the day dragged on. Taffy barked once in the backyard, then went quiet. He thought about selling the land. Letting it go. But the idea made his stomach turn.