A cold November rain washed over the cobblestones of Gramercy Park, tapping rhythmically against the tall library windows of the Mercer townhouse. Inside, a roaring fire of applewood and birch cast flickering amber shadows across the dark mahogany bookcases. Sitting across from Vivian Mercer and Arthur Vance was a man named Franklin Croft, a senior appellate attorney from Miami specializing in federal post-conviction relief. Croft wore an expensive bespoke pinstripe…
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