“You’ll sign them right now,” I said. “Or I’ll call the police.”
“The police?” Mark laughed coldly. “For what?”
“For the hit-and-run accident.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Ten years ago, Mark,” I shouted. “You destroyed Arthur’s life!”
“You know nothing!”
“Emma heard you confess that night!” I retorted. “She fed him because she knew what you’d done!”
“You have no proof!”
“Arthur has the wreck damage records,” I warned. “He has your bank transfers. He has everything.”
“He’s bluffing,” Mark stammered.
“Sign the medical authorization form, or I’ll hand it over to the investigators right now.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Look at me,” I said. “Sign and disappear from our lives forever.”
