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Judy scanned the paper. "It says right here, 'I’ll get you the cash by the 19th.' Today is the 19th of the
David’s jaw worked. “Fuel line, Your Honor. Old rubber. I was on the 405, and she just… caught. I pulled over. I’m sorry. I barely got out myself.”
David’s face went pale. “That’s… that’s not—”
As she stood up to leave, she gave Leo one final look. "Sir, if it doesn't make sense, it isn't true. Remember that. You’re dismissed."
“Judgment for the plaintiff in the amount of seventy-five thousand dollars. But let me tell you something, Mr. Grey. That’s not the number that’s going to haunt you. The number is nineteen. Years of friendship. You can’t get that back from small claims court.”