#Car Crash Lawyers

[youhavehitawall]

together they legalised drugs and marriage 70 years before any other county in the usa. they are the ultimate power couple. they could do anything

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[the-penguin-of-baskervilles]

Chapter 28

Summary: Princess confronts Court about his investigation and is shocked by what he's uncovered. After their trap fails, she takes the hunt for evidence into her own hands and comes face-to-face with the stalker.

Word Count: 8,029

Warnings: Includes scenes with gun violence, hostage situations, and car accidents. Discussion of stalking behaviors, general violence, computer hacking, and spy/intelligence agencies. Minor foul language. Only appropriate for 18+ readers. No minors.

Author's Note: Thank you all for you patient with me these past few months. Your encouragement made a huge difference and really motivated me to get it done.

Masterlist

Court stationed himself behind the desk in Lloyd’s office and used the laptop to pull up livestream footage from the cameras in the patent department. He leaned back, looking relaxed, other than his eyes. That cool blue gaze locked on the screen, gleaming with an intensity usually seen in carnivorous birds before they descended upon unsuspecting prey. 

Nausea curled unpleasantly in your stomach, a sign that the rush of adrenaline that had propelled you through the evening had run out. You folded yourself into the chair across from Court, rubbing your temples to ease the dull throb of a headache. The overly bright fluorescent lights stabbed at your retinas. Though you were completely stationary, your head was spinning, as if you were on a high-speed carousel. Your thoughts whirled in a chaotic vortex that intensified the dizziness. Everything in your mind was colliding, tipping you off balance.

Yet despite the over stimulation, you were bubbling with excitement, because for the first time in months, you could see the fragments of the puzzle that had upended your life. Some of the edge pieces had been sorted out tonight. You’d been able to assemble the corners and from there, a complex mural of overlapping details took shape. For instance, your breakup with Aiden. He’d used his promotion as a pretext for the split, and in July, you’d had no reason to doubt him. After all, he’d been out that night celebrating with his friends at Song-Li’s restaurant. 

In hindsight, it was appalling that you’d missed such a glaring inconsistency, one that had been right in front of you.

Song-Li’s was outside of Aiden’s usual orbit–so far out of it that you wondered how he’d known the place existed. You knew you hadn’t mentioned it to him and the business didn’t have much of an online presence. They catered primarily to the office dwellers native to the neighborhood and charged exorbitant delivery fees to anyone who lived outside of a two-mile radius. If you knew anything about Aiden, it was that he was a netizen to the core, with annoyingly high standards for bars and restaurants. He wouldn’t step foot in a venue that had less than fifty reviews, and Song-Li’s only had nine last time you’d checked. 

It made no sense for him to pick an unfamiliar place for such an important event, especially one with all his friends in attendance. Yet you’d seen the crowded table and watched the gifts exchange hands with your own eyes. That meant the party Friday evening hadn’t been his first visit to Song-Li’s, and that demonstrated a much deeper familiarity with the neighborhood around your office than Aiden should have had.

Like a record scratch, your mind froze, the engine of your train of thought stalling mid-cognition as something else that should’ve been obvious to you long before now unveiled itself. In retrospect, it was as blatant as a neon sign in a dark alley: Aiden hadn’t seen the dismissal coming. He’d told all his friends about the promotion, thrown himself a party, and ended things with you. Those weren’t the actions of someone who anticipated an abrupt change in their fates. He’d been blindsided. 

Another event that made no sense was Aiden’s confrontation with Lloyd. You’d assumed it stemmed from jealousy, but reflecting on it now you realized that most of Aiden’s effort had been directed towards peacocking in front of Lloyd. He’d barely even interacted with you. The aim seemed to be the preservation of his ego, driven by the need to look tough in front of his friends. Between breaking up with you in a text message and his priorities at the restaurant, it was evident that Aiden had no lingering romantic interest in you. 

The deduction was sound, except for one tiny wrinkle: Aiden had shown up at your apartment a few hours later and made a scene so loud it had woken your neighbors. His behavior wasn’t logical. Neither were his later efforts to break into your apartment. That first attempt had been inelegant, but the second was meticulously plotted. The math didn’t add up, but reviewing the equation seemed to shade in the contours of the missing variable: Aiden’s motivation. Between the confrontation with Lloyd and Aiden’s appearance at your place, something had made him do a complete one-eighty, from callous to desperate.

While much of the puzzle remained incomplete, enough had come together that it revealed the blank space. That space had taken on a distinct shape, and the dimensions of it seemed to outline Court Gentry perfectly.

There was no doubt Court knew more about your ex-boyfriend than he was letting on. He’d claimed the spy had recruited Aiden to crack the patent department’s upgraded cybersecurity, which rang true, especially since you’d already confirmed it through Landon’s source at the FBI — he’d been terminated for “suspicion of espionage.” An allegation like that from a major IT industry conglomerate wasn’t common. No competent HR department would’ve signed off on such an action without hard evidence to back their claim.

Given that Aiden had been expecting a promotion instead of a termination, you figured the company hadn’t obtained the evidence on their own. If that was the case, the only plausible explanation for his abrupt dismissal was that an outside source had provided them with proof. Everything seemed to loop back to a single point of origin with Court Gentry at the center. He had to be the company’s source.

From that revelation, it wasn’t much of a leap to conclude that he’d been investigating the spy for a lot longer than he’d let on. You tried to recall if you’d bumped into him at the casino bar or if it had been the other way around. The exact order of events escaped you, but the timing of Court’s appearance in Singapore was damning by itself—he’d shown up just days after Aiden had been fired. Lloyd had once told you there was no such thing as a coincidence with spies, and that seemed especially true in this instance.

You wondered how long it had taken Court to gather enough proof for Aiden’s company to take one look at it and dismiss him immediately. Weeks? Months? He’d produced the evidence at the end of July, and it was now the middle of September. The timeframe begged the question of how much more he’d gathered since then. Perhaps the origin of the entire investigation had been Aiden. It tracked, because accounting for their personal history, who else would’ve drawn Court’s suspicions other than Lloyd?

The thought of Court already knowing the spy was your stalker made your stomach clench. If he had investigated you, he would have been aware of the stalking. If he’d been on Lloyd’s trail in Singapore, surely he would have dug into Lloyd’s close associates, too. That he’d read you in on the details of the investigation tonight hinted that he’d already vetted you. The odds of him knowing the stalker’s identity and holding it back lit a smoldering fury in the pit of your stomach. 

“You deliberately gave me a false impression of how long you’ve been investigating the spy, didn’t you?”

Court looked up from the laptop. “Excuse me?”

“You knew the spy was my stalker. How long have you known?”

He arched an eyebrow. A too-innocent expression lit his face.

“Don’t try me,” you warned.

To your surprise, he dropped the ruse. “I’ve suspected for a while, but only found proof a few days ago.”

“You were investigating Lloyd in Singapore, weren’t you?”

Court tilted his head. “Did you just put that together?”

You ignored the sarcastic tone. “By extension, you must’ve been investigating me, too. That you’d tell me so much about the spy’s activities proves it.”

“The spy made a transmission while you were abroad, which cleared Lloyd and you, but I kept digging through Lloyd’s contacts, searching for a connection. Eventually, I found one.”

“So you know who the spy is?”

“I said I found a connection to the spy, not that I’d found him,” Court said.

“Aiden was the connection.”

“Clever. Give the girl a gold star.” 

He was trying to throw you off topic by starting a fight. You recognized the maneuver almost immediately–it was exactly how Lloyd tried to dodge questions when you first worked together. 

“You got Aiden fired almost instantly, which means you gave his company irrefutable proof he’d coordinated with the spy. What was it?” 

“He made an extra copy of the decrypted program and left it… lying around, so to speak. I turned it over to the company’s security officer.”

“Lying around? Where?”

Court’s lips twitched. “Right under your nose.”

You stared at him for a moment. “He hid it in my apartment, didn’t he?”

“It was in your kitchen pantry, buried in a bag of rice.”

“Son of a bitch!”

“I also had proof of the payments he accepted from a bank in Hong Kong. It was more than enough to get him fired, especially after his company proved that his fingerprint unlocked the phone I retrieved from your rice.”

“If you had that kind of evidence, why didn’t you just report it to the police?” 

“Because Aiden was just a symptom of a much bigger problem–a problem I didn’t have proof existed at that point.” 

“Weren’t you worried that reporting Aiden would tip off the spy?”

“I was counting on it. Sacrificing the spy’s pawn was a shot across the bow, and it worked.” 

“What else did you do?” 

"I kept Aiden under surveillance, hoping he’d lead me to the spy, but the only place he kept returning to was your apartment. Eventually, I realized he was after something there.”

“The phone hidden in my pantry, which I assume you’d already broken in and stolen.”

Court smirked. “Better me than Aiden, right? The phone proved Aiden’s involvement, but it didn’t reveal the spy’s identity. At least, not until I saw the pictures in Detective Diskant’s file.”

“You had the entire file? Including the photos? How?!”

“I blackmailed a dirty cop.”

“Which is how you knew the spy’s IP address matched the one the stalker tried to hack my computer from.”

“No. That only came to light yesterday. What caught my interest was a picture the stalker sent while you were in Qatar.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t read those messages.”

“Good choice. They were creepy,” Court said. “It was the one he took at your apartment building on July 18th.”

“What about it?”

“The metadata proves when and where it was taken.”

“… and?”

“Aiden’s messages with the spy revealed that he’d threatened the spy, saying he had an insurance policy hidden somewhere safe. If the spy tipped off his company, Aiden would use it. The spy waited a few days to respond and then texted Aiden an image of your apartment building.”

“Walk me through that slower, I’m not getting it,” you said.

“The spy was at your apartment building on Tuesday, July 18th. The metadata proves the exact date, time, and location of the photo. He waited until Friday night to send it. When I saw the same picture in Diskant’s file that I’d seen on Aiden’s phone—”

“You cloned Aiden’s phone?!”

Court shot you a sardonic look.

“Right. Never mind, of course you did. Continue.”

“I knew exactly where the spy was on that day and time. The security footage from your apartment didn’t show much, but after you were almost run down a few weeks later, I had a second chance to figure out what kind of car the suspect was driving.”

“The police tried that,” you said.

“I have a lot more time on my hands than a metro police detective and considerably fewer restrictions — both moral and legal. With a lot of legwork, I narrowed it down to a specific make and model.”

“Why would the spy take so long to send the picture to Aiden? And even longer to send it to me? By my count, he waited—”

“Three days before sending it to Aiden and ten days before sending it to you. With Aiden he timed it to coincide with his party, presumably for dramatic effect. With you, your lack of reaction annoyed him and he needed to up the ante.”

“Why did a picture of my apartment freak Aiden out? I don’t get it.” 

“Think. What was at your apartment building that would’ve drawn the spy’s interest?”

“The phone. Damn it! What did Aiden do, tell him where it was?!”

“No. But he said he’d hidden it somewhere safe, which ruled out his home or work. Your place was relatively secure yet also accessible to Aiden, so it came under suspicion quickly.”

You were struggling to follow. “Aiden kept proof of his own wrongdoing… as an insurance policy?”

“Yeah, not sure what he was thinking there. It only seemed to irritate the spy.”

“I don’t imagine it took him long to figure out where it was,” you said.

“Nope.”

“That’s what triggered the stalking, isn’t it? He came after me because of Aiden.”

“At first,” Court said. “But based on the escalation in August…”

“Right. Yeah. I know, I just…”

“Get over the denial, Princess. If anything’s clear from the police reports, it’s that this guy is insane, but he’s also patient and calculating.”

“He even set up a red herring for me to chase.”

Court nodded. “He knew about the breakup and the attempt to break into your apartment; he took advantage of Aiden’s erratic behavior to drive your suspicions in that direction.”

“What else did you uncover?”

“Diskant’s file gave me a lot more angles to work from. There are several events involving the stalker that tell me where he was and when.”

“You even got his height and build.”

“The security footage from Lloyd’s backyard was very helpful. It eliminated most my suspects,” Court said.

“Who do you think the spy is?”

“Someone who’s been hiding their talent with computers.”

“Talent? He had to get Aiden to crack the security for him.” 

“He was good enough to beat the first version in May and bypass the safeguards intended to stop the transmission of classified files. He was good enough to hack your work computer, at least for a few minutes, and he knew who to reach out to when he couldn’t get through the upgraded encryption.”

“So he’s good, but not excellent.”

“Pretty much,” Court said.

“I know you have a theory.”

“Are you sure you want to hear it?”

“I’ve been chasing answers for months. Just tell me.”

“Clayton Bishop.”

Your breath caught in your throat. The name reverberated through your mind. 

“Bishop?”  

“I’ve been analyzing his movements and the timing of certain events aligns suspiciously with activities undertaken by the spy and the stalker.” 

“But Bishop...” You couldn’t form a coherent sentence. “He wouldn’t do something like this. He's nothing like… He’s not my stalker!” 

“All the evidence points to him.” 

“There has to be another explanation.” 

“Everything keeps coming back to him.”

You fell back in the chair, stunned. Your thoughts raced as you tried to reconcile the idea of Bishop and the sadistic stalker as the same entity.

“It can’t be him.”

“Why not?” 

“He isn’t a computer expert!”

“You’re right, but he’s good with them. He learned how to code in high school and took computer science classes in college.”

“In coding languages that no longer exist, I’m sure. And computer science classes in, what, 1972? Come on, Court. Bishop isn’t my stalker.”

“I investigated everyone in the company between five-foot-seven and five-foot-nine who had the correct build, particularly those with technical backgrounds. Guess whose cell phone data puts him in your neighborhood on July 18th? Who missed a meeting on August 16th, when you were almost strangled? Think about it. He knew you were staying at Lloyd’s place and exactly when he was supposed to get home. He even recommended you go to Detective Diskant.” 

“Bishop doesn’t drive at night. He couldn’t have tried to run me down in the parking lot.”

“He claims not to drive at night, but didn’t we just walk by him in the lobby on his way out? It’s night time, isn’t it?” 

You sucked in a breath between your teeth. 

Court continued. “Accounting for locations, availability, knowing the spy’s approximate height and weight, it’s a process of elimination.”

“But Bishop is the one who bought the firm’s cybersecurity programs.” 

“That’s not a point in his favor,” he said dryly.

You considered that and stiffened. “Oh… shit.”

“You know I’m right.”

“I don’t know if you’re right, but I know Bishop has access to any computer with high-level security from the desktop in his office.”

“What?” Court asked.

“Remember how we assumed the spy would have to use the computer in the patent department?”

“Yeah.”

“Bishop wouldn’t need to be in the patent department at all.”

“Doesn’t that defeat the entire purpose of cybersecurity programs?” 

“Look, all I know is that I’ve seen him use it before. A few months ago, when Westin wouldn’t put in my hours, Bishop remoted into his computer and accessed my timecard. I forget the explanation, but the gist is that he can get into any computer, as long as they have certain types of security programs. It’s like a master key to the firm’s network. The trap we set is useless.”

Court’s jaw flexed as he returned his attention to the laptop in front of him. He punched keys and typed in commands. You circled the desk to look over his shoulder and saw the security camera footage from the hallway.

“You had access to this all along? Why didn’t you—?”

“The spy’s been scrubbing the footage,” Court said, cutting you off as he flipped between windows. He stopped on a live shot of the parking garage. “Look. Recognize anyone?”

“There’s no one in the frame.”

“Any of the cars?”

You leaned closer. There was a black car parked near the far exit.

“That’s Bishop’s car,” you said.

“That’s what I thought.”

Court expanded the window to fill the screen with the image of Bishop’s Lincoln sedan. It sat idling with its headlights on. Then the driver’s side door swung open and the familiar figure stepped out. He walked toward the sky bridge that connected the parking garage to the third floor of the law firm. 

Your heart sank. Bishop had only been pretending to leave. “Damn it. What do we do?” 

“Stay here. I’ll go have a chat with our friend.”

- - - 

It wasn’t without protest, but after he threatened to tie you to the chair, you stayed behind while Court went to confront Bishop.

You called Lloyd again, a knee-jerk reaction, like a child seeking their favorite blanket during a thunderstorm. The call went straight to voicemail. You groaned and buried your nose in the collar of Lloyd’s quarter-zip, inhaling the faint traces of his cologne. The scent calmed the roaring panic in your head and helped you organize your thoughts. 

You dialed Zach’s number, to the same result, and then tried Detective Roth. It rang and rang, eventually going to voicemail. Really? Even Roth was out of touch? He was in the middle of a search operation–his phone, at least, should be on. 

The laptop on Lloyd’s desk showed the live video feed from the patent department. You moved it to split screen and looked up the number for the Harmony Police Department. A desk sergeant picked up, and you requested to be transferred to Detective Roth.

“I’m sorry, he’s not in right now. Can I take a message, or would you like to be transferred to his office voicemail?” 

“No, thanks. I’ll just try him again later.”

You hung up and tilted your head back and stared at the ceiling. What now?

There was another option, one closer than any of the others you’d considered thus far. An armed guard was right downstairs, and the other was circulating around the building. Just a quick walk down to the lobby would greatly improve your circumstances. The idea drew you out of your seat and saw you halfway to the door before reality hit. Bishop had hired those guards. He was the founding partner in the law firm. Even if you could convince them there was a spy in the building, it was unlikely that they’d be willing to turn on their boss. 

You slumped onto the sofa. No Lloyd, no Zach, even Detective Roth wasn’t answering your calls, and the guards weren’t likely to be a help. If there was evidence you would’ve called Detective Diskant. The thought of him sparked another unpleasant realization that made your skin crawl. Bishop had pushed you to report the stalking. He’d even given you Diskant’s contact information. As a former prosecutor and someone politically well connected in the D.C. area, there were a dozen strings he could’ve pulled to have your complaint buried without your knowledge. 

On the laptop, the video feed from the patent department was stubbornly blank. Two more minutes until midnight, and the trap was still empty.

Evidence. You needed evidence. There was nothing to tie Bishop to the stalking or the spying. Weighing the odds, you decided it would be more prudent to try and prove the spying allegations since treason carried a longer prison sentence than stalking. Also, the spying had been going on longer than the stalking, so it was more likely he’d left behind evidence of those activities. This short period, while Bishop was distracted, might be the only chance to gather that proof. Bishop was a brilliant lawyer, and unless the case against him was airtight, he’d evade the allegations like an eel slipping through a net. 

What would Lloyd do if he were here? 

The question brought to mind images of Lloyd with his hands around Bishop’s throat. That wasn’t exactly something you were comfortable attempting on your own. Despite his advanced age he’d probably do more harm to you than you would to him. You amended the question: What would Lloyd tell you to do if he was here? The memory of being tailed in Singapore came back, along with Lloyd’s advice: call Jake.  

This time the phone was answered almost immediately. 

“Hey, Princess, change your mind about that ride home?” Jake asked in lieu of greeting. 

“Sort of. Don’t freak out, but I have something to tell you.” 

“Uh, sure…”

“Bishop is my stalker. He’s also been stealing government secrets from the patent department and selling them to the Chinese.” 

“What?!” 

“There’s no solid evidence to prove either claim, but there has to be something. Also, I need the combination to Lloyd’s safe.” 

“Princess, where are you?” 

“In Lloyd’s office.” 

Jake launched a volley of questions. You answered them, explaining how Court had shown up, the spying allegations, and the discovery of the IP address. As you talked, you crossed to the wall and swung open the painting to reveal the wall-safe hidden behind it. 

“And you went with him? With Court Gentry? Just like that? What were you thinking?!”

“We can get into it later. Right now, I need the passcode to the safe. I think Lloyd said it was his favorite Super Bowls by year.” 

“Stay where you are and don’t touch anything. Landon and I are on our way.” 

“How far out are you?” 

“About forty minutes,” Jake said. 

“This can’t wait. I don’t know what Court’s doing or how much evidence he has, but we wouldn’t be here if he had enough. I need the laptop you gave Lloyd, the one with all the hacking programs. You can walk me through the rest.” 

There was a murmur from the background, presumably Landon. You only caught a few clipped words of Jake’s response before he returned to the phone. 

“The code is 917889.” 

The door popped open and there, sitting on top of the pile of cash, was the laptop. You powered it up and sighed in relief when you saw it was fully charged.

“Alright. I have the laptop. We need to get something that’ll give a prosecutor reason to press charges against Bishop. I think I can get to the server room. Court said the spy’s been scrubbing the surveillance footage, but maybe there’s a backup copy? Access logs, record of key card entries… there must be something he didn’t think of.” 

Jake sighed. “Fine. Go into the safe again and grab an encrypted USB stick.”

“Got it. Why do I need this?” you asked.

“For backup. You always backup evidence, Princess. You’re going to need to get down to the second floor’s server room. Landon wants to talk to you, let me put you on speaker.”

“Princess, under the organizer tray in Lloyd’s top desk drawer there’s a ring of keys. You’ll need them to get into the server room.”

“Okay, I have them.”

“Also, there’s a square key. It’s to the skywalk between our building and the employee garage. Stop on the third floor and lock it.” 

“Why?”

“If Bishop makes a break for it, it’ll slow him down. Jake is on his tablet, hacking the security cameras as we speak. He’ll be watching your back every step of the way,” Landon said.

You tucked the keys into your pocket and secured the laptop under your arm. 

“Alright. I’m going downstairs now,” you said, slipping in one earbud and switching the call to Bluetooth.

You moved cautiously, every little noise amplified in the stillness. Jake and Landon's voices murmured in your ear as they talked quietly between themselves. Hypervigilant, you navigated the stairwell, stopping on the third floor to lock the bridge to the garage. It felt hot on the second floor, despite the thermometer in the hallway reading 71 degrees.

“I’m at the server room.”

Jake guided you to the correct key on Lloyd’s ring for the deadbolt and gave you the door code. Inside, the server room was cool and dimly lit, with a pale blue strip of LED lights along the perimeter of the ceiling providing just enough visibility. You found the computer tower in the cabinet under the desk and disconnected its HDMI and USB cables, and plugged them to the laptop, which automatically brought up a new window.

“Okay, I connected the laptop to the computer station in the server room. What now?”

“Hold on. I’m piggybacking onto your connection for a second. Let me…”

Jake trailed off, but you saw evidence of his presence on the laptop screen. Windows opened and closed, then a terminal popped up, and lines of code began appearing at a rate faster than any normal human could type.

“There. I took care of the firewalls. You shouldn’t have a problem now.”

“Wait. If you can piggyback off the laptop, why can’t you do this part, too?”

“Princess, looking through these files requires a much larger screen than I have on my tablet, and an actual keyboard. Not to mention that the tower is connected to a dozen different servers. It’s like a maze to navigate and the interface isn’t user-friendly. I can’t even get it to display on my tablet.” 

Landon’s voice came over the line. “Jake, get a bead on where Bishop is.”

“I already did. He went into his office a few minutes ago and Court Gentry followed just after. Princess, I’m going to need you to get into the keycard logs. It’ll tell us who opened what doors and when.”

You followed Jake’s instructions to access the keycard database. 

“Start with the patent department last week at 11:49 P.M.—that’s just before the stalker tried to hack your work laptop.” 

“I’ve got a list of dates and times. The keycards are listed under employee numbers, though.” 

“Give me the numbers, I can look them up.”

“There’s two that look suspicious. One is from a guard and the other is registered to number #000.”

“Wait. What? It’s a guest user?”

“I don’t know, but their employee number is just three zeros,” you said. 

“That’s a guest pass user. Scroll over to the far right column and check their permissions.”

“It’s blank.”

“It can’t be blank,” Jake said. 

“This one is.” 

“How far back do the logs go?”

“Only a couple weeks. Let me check where Bishop’s keycard has been used… Huh. He’s been here late at night a lot lately. Like, around midnight. That’s unusual.” 

The silence on the other end of the line was palpable. 

“We're only a mile away,” Landon said. 

That would’ve made you feel better, but even at this time of night, traffic would be congested the closer they got to the city center. Soon they’d be slowed to a crawl. You turned back to the computer. 

“I cross-checked Bishop’s key card with the patent department door. For the past few weeks he’s gone in and out almost every morning at around 7:40 AM.” 

“How long are the visits?” Jake asked.

“A little over twenty minutes each. What about the surveillance footage? Court said the spy’s been scrubbing it, but there must be a backup.”

Jake directed you on how to get into the video storage server. After the connection finally loaded, you scrolled through the frames, tapping your nails on the counter as you examined the images. 

There was footage showing Bishop coming and going from the patent department, his office, and through the lobby. None of it looked suspicious. Finally, you found the video of the patent department last week during the hacker’s attempt. 

“The video’s just a black screen.” 

Jake groaned. “Damn it. He’s literally been scrubbing the footage, hasn’t he? I know that program. It sends a damaged file to the backup server which interprets it as blank.” 

“What else? We track computer logins, right?” 

“That’s on a different server.”

Getting into the computer records server was another ordeal, which resulted in you getting kicked out of the system twice when it suddenly recognized you as an intruder. Jake had to remote in again and take down another firewall. Finally, you opened the database screen.

“Start by looking at Bishop’s logins, then check for the ghost guest card,” Jake instructed. 

You searched the database and waited as the results filtered, dumping out into a clunky excel spreadsheet. “Yikes, this is a lot. It goes back almost to January. Everything is listed as his own computer, though.”

“Find out who was using the patent department’s computer during the attempted hack.” 

The computer produced the results of your inquiry at a sluggish, belligerent pace.

“Okay. The ghost guest pass is on this list. It’s the only one with blank permissions, so I can easily identify it. Also, there’s this random account that’s been accessing the computer remotely. It shows up several times a day.” 

After a brief analysis, he clucked his tongue. “Ah, I know that account. It’s just the IT department’s keystroke logger.” 

“Excuse me? Keystroke logger? I did not consent to a keystroke logger on my computer.”

“You only have to consent if it's monitoring you. This doesn’t save any official data–it identifies users by their typing patterns. The program’s being trained right now. They’re planning to introduce it in next year’s security update.” 

“Doesn’t everyone type the same?”

“Actually, typing is surprisingly unique. It’s almost like handwriting. People press keys differently, move from one key to the next with certain patterns, and use different rhythms. They’re subtle differences but taken together it’s enough for keystroke dynamic programs to create unique profiles for each user.” 

“Mmmhh. Delightful,” you muttered. 

“Give me a second, I don’t have access to that database, but…” 

“–but you can fix that,” you said, finishing Jake’s sentence. 

“I just did and guess what? We’re in luck. The keystroke logger went into beta-testing on the first of August.” 

“Which helps us… how?”

“We need to identify the owner of the ghost guest pass and the keystroke logger can do just that. Download the login spreadsheet and save it. Then I want you to run a search for any other activity under that pass.” 

“I have to access a different part of the server to do that, don’t I?”

“Sorry, Princess. You’re going to get back into the keycard access logs.”

“Great.” 

You wove your way back through the maze to find the correct server and followed Jake’s directions. The search of the keycard logs only brought up one result. 

“There was one instance when the guest pass was used. It unlocked the elevators last week, on the night of the hacking attempt.”

“Pull up the surveillance footage, if there is any. You need to–”

“I’ve got it. There’s a video file.” 

You fast-forwarded through the file to the timestamp where the keycard logger recorded its use. A figure entered the car, but he kept his head down and stood close to the cameras. All that was visible in the frame was some gray hair.

“Jake, I’ve got something. Whoever used that pass knew where the camera was. They’re standing too close for it to capture their face, but the top of his head is visible. I can see silver hair, and that’s it.”

“I’m seeing it too,” Jake confirmed. “Is that the right color? I thought Bishop’s hair was more white than silver.”

“You’re right. The hair on camera is dark gray and wavy. Bishop’s is silver and fine.”

“Is there any footage of him getting off the elevator?” Jake asked.

“Kind of. It's grainy, and I can’t make out much more than a shadow.”

“Send it over. I have a program that might clear it up.” 

“Done,” you said, tapping a key.

After a few minutes, Jake spoke again. “Got it. You’re right. The person using the elevator wasn’t Bishop. The restored footage isn’t great, but even with the artifacts, you can tell the figure it captured is about fifty pounds lighter than Bishop.”

You let your head fall back, inhaling through your nose. Relief surged along with frustration. You were glad Bishop wasn’t your stalker, but the setback was still disappointing.

“Are you still there Princess?” 

“Yeah.” 

“I got into the keystroke logger database, but I need you to do something for me.” 

“Okay.”

Under Jake’s direction, you navigated to a file storage area. “Uh… what am I even looking at?”

“Screen recordings.” 

“Of what?”

“Guest pass users. There’s a counter security measure where anyone using a guest pass on a workstation outside of regular hours is subject to random screen recordings.”

“Wouldn’t Bishop know that?” you asked. 

“Yes. That’s why I doubted he was the stalker after you found the guest pass. Search for any screen recordings created on Thursday of last week, originating from the patent department computer. Check around the time your computer was hacked. If there’s a recording, we’ve got the spy’s identity for sure.” 

You scanned through the records. “I have several files from 11 P.M. and 1 A.M., but there’s nothing that shows what computer they’re from.” 

“Download all of them to the laptop and copy the file to the USB,” Jake said. 

“Alright.”

“Now I want you to check something on the VPN server. Look up Bishop’s logins the night of your hit and run. August 13th, I think.” 

With a sigh, you went through the tedious process of changing servers again. It was a lot more fun to watch Jake hack than doing it yourself. 

“There’s a couple logins in the afternoon,” you said. “What am I looking for?”

“How long was the last login that day?”

“Four hours.” 

“What device was it from?” 

“His home computer. When I click into the file, it shows me his location. He was miles away when that car tried to hit me.” 

“It doesn’t prove that he was actually there, but it's something.” 

Landon’s voice came over the line. “Princess, check if there are emails mentioning cybersecurity updates during June or July.”

“Right. That’s a good idea. The update forced the spy to seek Aiden’s help. Princess–” 

“What do you mean ‘good idea’?” you interrupted.

“Cybersecurity updates usually only happen in the first quarter. However, someone threw a roadblock in front of the spy by installing those programs. I want to know who it was.”

“You think someone knew there was a spy,” Jake said.

“Yeah, I do,” Landon replied.

Jake walked you through how to query the emails and scan their content with a series of SQL commands. You then let the computer scan through the labyrinth of messages for mentions of security upgrades in June and July.

A few minutes later you announced the results. “Bishop made the request. He emailed the head of the IT department on July 2nd asking for a meeting. Their later emails discuss when to implement the upgrade. Also, security didn’t get upgraded everywhere–it was only in the patent department.”

“That might explain why his keycard was used at their door so much over the last month,” Landon said. 

“And it clears him of being our spy. If he was spying, he wouldn’t make it harder on himself to transmit.” 

“I have a two-minute screen recording from the guest user,” Jake announced. “Guess what? Bishop’s keystroke logger signature doesn’t match the spy’s. Gentry was wrong–Bishop’s definitely not the stalker, or the spy.” 

You sat back, the weight of the revelation sinking in. Like Aiden, Bishop had been another red herring. 

 “So who is it?” you asked Jake.

“I don’t know, but there’s plenty of evidence. We’ll figure everything out soon. Jake and I are only five minutes away. Go to Lloyd’s office and lock the door. We’ll be there before you know it.” 

- - - 

The call with Jake and Landon broke up as they went through the 3rd Street Tunnel. You shoved the earbud into your pocket with the USB drive and ascended the stairs to the fourth floor. Your heart pounded in a mix of excitement and dread. The laptop was hard to grip with your sweaty palms, so you hugged it to your chest. Reaching Lloyd’s office felt like stepping onto dry land after a month at sea. You pushed open the door, surprised to find the lights had been turned off, leaving the desk lamp as the room’s sole source of illumination. You paused, letting your eyes adjust, when a movement in the shadows caught your attention.

A figure stepped out from behind the desk. As soon as the light hit his face, you recognized the intruder.

Westin Tafferty. The man who’d spent the last six months making your life miserable, micromanaging and nagging you at every turn.

“Westin,” you whispered.

An icy smile spread over his face. “Hello, Princess.”

“What are you doing here?”

“What do you think?” Westin asked, stepping closer.

He’d always been a thorn in your side, but you’d never imagined he could be behind the stalking, the espionage.

“It was you all along.”

Westin laughed, but there was no warmth in it. “Very good, Princess. Such a clever girl.”

You needed to buy time. Landon and Jake were on their way. You had to keep him talking.

“You coward. You spend months harassing me from behind a screen and then hide in the dark? You’re pathetic.”

He smiled, a glint of malice in his eyes. “Such harsh words. You don’t understand anything.”

“Then explain it.”

Something dangerous flashed in his eyes, but his expression cleared just as quickly. A placid smile settled over his face like a mask.

“I’d rather not,” Westin said.

“You’re afraid of confrontation, aren’t you? If you expressed yourself, everyone would see all that bottled-up rage. So you used me as an emotional punching bag.”

Westin’s smile faded into a cold stare. “You’ve become a problem for me, Princess. And problems need to be dealt with.”

You gripped the laptop tighter, suddenly remembering how it had felt to have his hands around your neck a month ago. He wanted to kill you. Where were the guys? Shouldn’t they be here by now? It felt like an eternity had passed. You scrambled to think of a diversion but blurted out the truth instead.

“Jake and Landon are on their way. They’ll be here any minute. You won’t get away with this.”

“Then I guess I don’t have much time,” Westin said.

He reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun, pointing it at you. With the gun he gestured toward the door. “Drop the laptop on the sofa. You’re coming with me.”

With the weapon trained on you, there was no other choice but to comply. You set the laptop down and stepped back. Westin kept his eyes on you as he moved to the sofa and snatched it. Your heart sank at the prospect of what was about to become of the device, but you still had the USB hidden in your pocket. Jake and Landon would be here soon. You just had to stay alive until they got here.

Carrying the laptop under his arm, Westin led you out of the office and down the hall to the elevator. On the ride down, your mind raced with potential escape plans, but the cold metal of the gun pressed against your back kept you in check.

The elevator descended to the third floor, opening in front of the exit to the skywalk to the employee parking garage. You tugged on the door. It didn’t budge. Westin cursed and dug in his pocket for keys.

As he fumbled with the lock, you saw your chance. Right outside the door, in the breezeway there was a trash can with an ashtray fixed atop the lid. While Westin’s attention was on the lock, you slipped the USB drive between your first and middle fingers. The lock clicked open and when Westin turned to you, expectantly you didn’t move. He seized your elbow and yanked you forward. Your stumble wasn’t entirely pretend as the momentum propelled you through the doorway. You grabbed the trash can lid for balance, shoving your fingers into the tray of cigarette butts and burying the USB drive under the ashes. Westin grabbed your arm and shoved the gun in your ribs. His grip tightened like a vise and he held you against his side for the rest of the walk to the parking garage.

In the garage, he led you to his car, a sleek Lincoln sedan. “Get in. You’re driving.”

You slid behind the wheel, hands trembling as you fastened your seat belt. Keeping the gun trained on you, Westin climbed into the passenger seat.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“Just drive. I’ll tell you where to go.”

You navigated out of the parking garage, the weight of the situation setting in. From the corner of your eye, you glanced at Westin.

“Why me, Westin?” 

He laughed, a bitter sound. “You were just an annoyance at first. But then I realized you were close to Lloyd; that made you the perfect target.”

“Lloyd? What does Lloyd have to do with this?”

“I’m not actually a paralegal. My entire resume is a government sanctioned lie. It was part of the separation package when the National Security Agency kicked me to the curb.”

“You worked with Lloyd.”

“He made my life hell for five years, then didn’t even remember me. That kind of disrespect demands a response.”

“So harassing me is your twisted idea of revenge?” you asked, incredulous.

“No. Killing you will be my revenge. Making you miserable was just the build up. I had a front-row seat to watch as Lloyd got more and more wound up, chasing shadows, never really getting anywhere. He doesn’t give a damn about anything or anyone other than you — you’re his Achilles heel. And of course, I’ve enjoyed this little game immensely.” 

The car made the last turn down the ramp. In the dash, the clock read 1:00 A.M. Jake and Landon must be close 

“You won’t get away with this.”

Westin snorted. “We’ll see about that.” 

Letting him take you out of the building hadn’t been smart, but if you went with him to a secondary location, you were as good as dead. 

“Turn right,” Westin said. 

You hit the blinker and turned onto the street. At the intersection the light was red. You rolled to a stop. It was the same light you’d been stuck at with Court a couple hours ago, though on the opposite side. The flood lights in the median where the underground work was being done were off now. You stared at the empty work site, surrounded by concrete K-rails that barricaded the construction workers from passing vehicles.  

Going through the light would be another step down a slippery slope. If you drove through it, how much further would you keep going? Out of the neighborhood? Past the city limits? Each meter he took you further away from the firm lowered your chances of survival.

Your fingers squeezed the steering wheel as you debated tossing open the door and booking it. You’d have to undo your seatbelt first. That would give Westin reaction time. He could easily shoot you in a nonlethal spot and force you to keep driving. It would never work; running was out of the question. 

“Why is this damn light so slow,” Westin complained.

His comment drew your eyes back to the stoplight, then down, to the construction site in the median. Your heart thudded. Suddenly it raced in triple time. Nervous saliva flooded your mouth. Oh, this was a bad idea, even worse than trying to run. 

It was a game of chance, like rock, paper, scissors. At the moment there was no other option. You had to risk it.

Rock, paper, scissors… 

Rock.

The light turned green. You hit the gas pedal, shoving it to the floor and turning the wheel to the right–straight toward the K-rails in the median. 

The car slammed into the concrete pony walls and the steering wheel lurched as Westin tried to grab it. 

Your head snapped back. After a dazed moment you registered that the airbag had gone off. Your ears were ringing. You didn’t know why your ears were ringing. Were airbags loud? 

You felt something wet on the side of your face and hoped you hadn’t hit a fire hydrant. When you touched the wetness, your fingers came away bloody. That was surprising, because your head didn’t hurt. As soon as the thought crossed your mind your head began to hurt. It stung and sizzled with discomfort. You winced, then suddenly remembered Westin. You whirled to face him but the movement made your neck seize. Pain whipped down your spine, triggering a spasm that rippled through your whole body. 

Maybe wrecking head-on into a K-rail hadn’t been the best idea. 

You took a deep breath and turned slower to avoid another spasm. Westin was slumped in the passenger seat, his head resting on the dashboard. He wasn’t moving. You yanked the door handle. It was stuck. You pulled harder, shoving against the door with your thigh, then slamming your body into it. The movement hurt, but adrenaline covered the pain well enough that you kept fighting with the twisted frame until it groaned, metal grinding against metal as it finally yielded. You swung your legs out, exhilarated by the success–only for the seat belt to clamp down, jerking you back into the car. 

Damn it. You fumbled for the release. 

Westin groaned. You groped for the button, trying to trace the belt back to the clasp, but it was buried between the console and the seat. With blood in your eyes and the darkness of the construction site, you couldn’t see anything.

From the corner of your eye, you glimpsed movement and jerked back. Without your body blocking them, the street lamps illuminated the seat, revealing Westin clearly. He was still slumped over, but he’d shifted to face you, positioning himself with his back against the passenger door. 

Blood streamed from a large gash on his forehead. In his hands was the gun. There was a flash of light from the muzzle. It was the last thing you saw. 

After that, everything was dark.

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[SWK's Lawyer manifests with the reciepts to prove it.]

You probs meant that magically, but I imagined him rolling up in his car, hanging halfway out the window with the papers.

Bonus, it is his new car since his old one, an 1920s original, finally gave up the ghost and he's still getting used to the controls.

Which means he accidentally drove over Li Jing before popping out the the reciepts, "So by law- hey, where did he go?" *Groans from underneath the car are heard* "Crap, there go my premiums on insurance..."

Oh my gods XD

Li Jing has this whole boss fight-esque introduction; only to get One-Hit KO'd by SWK's Lawyer's car. Which I imagine is a either an old fashioned packard with the manual horn, or a fancy souped up 80s convertible.

Li Jing: "Prepare to meet your end monkey!"

*La Chucaracha car horn!*

*Thunk!*

Fire Star, gets out of car in a hurry: "Mr Li! On the day of... wait where is he? I was just summoned by a legal paradox." *looks under car* "Whoops."

SWK, trying not to laugh: "See, this is why you're my lawyer."

Nezha & Macaque: *both laughing hysterically*

Its the shortest fight they have that story line. Fire Star accidentally backs over Li Jing as he leaves.

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What Every Las Vegas Driver Should Know After a Car Crash

Las Vegas, known for its dazzling lights and nonstop energy, also sees its fair share of traffic accidents. Whether you're commuting to work on I-15 or heading to the Strip for a night out, a car crash can happen when you least expect it. And when it does, knowing your rights and responsibilities can make all the difference.

As a local Injury Lawyer in Las Vegas, I’ve seen firsthand how a minor crash can spiral into a legal and financial nightmare. This blog is here to help you understand what steps to take after a collision, when to contact a Personal Injury Lawyer, and how to protect yourself legally and financially.

1. Stay Calm and Prioritize Safety

The first few moments after an accident can be overwhelming. Make sure you're safe. If the accident is minor and your vehicle is still drivable, move to the side of the road. If there are any serious injuries, call 911 immediately.

2. Call the Police and Document the Scene

Even if the damage seems small, having an official police report can help when dealing with insurance claims or hiring a Car Accident Lawyer later on. While you wait, take clear photos of the vehicles, road conditions, and any injuries.

3. Exchange Information, But Limit Your Words

Get the other driver's name, license number, insurance info, and plate number. Be polite, but don’t admit fault—what you say might be used against you later.

4. Seek Medical Attention Immediately

Even if you feel fine, it's smart to get checked out. Some injuries like whiplash or Traumatic Brain Injuries may not show symptoms right away. A Personal Injury Law Firm can help you recover compensation for medical bills, so it's important to document everything.

5. Notify Your Insurance Company

Let your insurer know about the crash as soon as you can. Stick to the facts and don’t speculate or guess. Remember, you’re not required to give a statement to the other driver’s insurance.

6. Call an Experienced Las Vegas Accident Attorney

Navigating a personal injury claim in Nevada can be tricky. Whether it's a straightforward fender bender or a more serious crash involving a Truck Accident Lawyer or a Motorcycle Accident Attorney, having legal support can make all the difference.

A good Accident Attorney can help you:

Gather evidence and witness statements

Deal with insurance adjusters

Pursue maximum compensation for your injuries

7. Understand the Different Types of Injuries and Claims

Las Vegas drivers suffer a wide range of injuries. Some of the most common include:

Burn Injuries from vehicle fires

Catastrophic Injuries that result in long-term disability

Pedestrian Accidents near crosswalks and casinos

Bicycle Accidents in traffic-heavy areas

Slip and Fall injuries at hotels after a crash

Each of these cases may require specialized legal help from someone like a Dog Bite Injury Attorney, Casino Injury Lawyer, or even a Construction Accident Lawyer depending on where and how the injury occurred.

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Las Vegas is filled with unique accident locations. If your crash occurred in a casino parking lot or in front of a hotel, a Casino Accident Lawyer or Hotel Injury Lawyer may be your best bet. These lawyers are familiar with local regulations and property owner liability issues.

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In addition to personal injury cases, many accident victims face related legal challenges. For example:

Bankruptcy due to overwhelming medical bills

Family Law or Divorce complications when a spouse is injured or unable to work

At the Law Office of Randal R Leonard, we handle these types of interconnected legal issues to ensure you get the full legal support you need.

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Michael Goldstein – Your Trusted Personal Injury Lawyer New York

Accidents can happen anytime, anywhere, and when they do, the consequences can be devastating. Whether you’ve suffered injuries in a car crash, a slip and fall, or any other type of accident, you deserve justice and fair compensation. If you are looking for a Personal Injury Lawyer New York, Michael Goldstein is here to help. With decades of experience and a track record of success, he fights for the rights of injury victims across New York City.

Why Choose Michael Goldstein as Your Personal Injury Lawyer New York?

When dealing with a personal injury case, having the right attorney can make all the difference. Michael Goldstein has built a reputation for being a fierce advocate for his clients. As a Personal Injury Lawyer New York, he understands the complexities of personal injury law and how to navigate the legal system effectively. He is committed to ensuring that injury victims get the compensation they deserve for medical bills, lost wages, and pain and suffering.

Experience Matters in Personal Injury Cases

Michael Goldstein’s extensive experience handling personal injury claims sets him apart from other attorneys. He has successfully represented clients in car accidents, workplace injuries, medical malpractice, and more. His legal expertise and commitment to justice have made him one of the best accident lawyers in NYC. When you choose Michael Goldstein, you get a lawyer who knows how to win cases and maximize compensation.

Common Personal Injury Cases in New York

As a top Personal Injury Lawyer New York, Michael Goldstein has handled a wide range of cases. Some of the most common personal injury claims include:

1. Car Accidents

Car accidents are one of the leading causes of personal injury in New York. If you’ve been injured in a collision due to another driver’s negligence, you need a skilled Car Crash Lawyer NYC to fight for your rights. Michael Goldstein works tirelessly to ensure that accident victims receive full compensation for their injuries.

2. Slip and Fall Accidents

Property owners have a responsibility to maintain safe premises. If you’ve suffered injuries due to hazardous conditions on someone else’s property, a Personal Injury Lawyer New York can help you hold the responsible party accountable.

3. Workplace Injuries

Workplace accidents can lead to severe injuries and long-term health problems. If you’ve been hurt on the job, you may be entitled to workers’ compensation or a personal injury claim. Michael Goldstein is recognized as one of the best accident lawyers in NYC for workplace injury cases.

4. Medical Malpractice

Doctors and healthcare providers must provide a standard level of care. If negligence results in injury or harm, you have the right to seek compensation. A dedicated Personal Injury Lawyer New York like Michael Goldstein can help you build a strong case.

How a Car Crash Lawyer NYC Can Help You

Car accidents can be life-changing, causing physical, emotional, and financial hardship. If you or a loved one has been involved in a car crash, hiring a Car Crash Lawyer NYC is crucial. Michael Goldstein provides aggressive representation to ensure that accident victims receive the maximum compensation they deserve. He will gather evidence, negotiate with insurance companies, and take your case to court if necessary.

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If you’ve been in a car crash, follow these steps to protect your rights:

Seek medical attention immediately, even if injuries seem minor.

Call the police and file an accident report.

Gather evidence, including photos, witness statements, and driver information.

Contact a Car Crash Lawyer NYC as soon as possible to discuss your legal options.

What Makes Michael Goldstein One of the Best Accident Lawyers in NYC?

Choosing the right attorney can impact the outcome of your case. Here’s why Michael Goldstein is considered one of the best accident lawyers in NYC:

Proven Track Record: He has successfully won substantial settlements and verdicts for personal injury victims.

Client-Focused Approach: Every case is handled with personal attention and dedication.

Aggressive Representation: He fights insurance companies that try to minimize your compensation.

No Upfront Fees: You only pay if he wins your case.

Compensation You May Be Entitled To

As a Personal Injury Lawyer New York, Michael Goldstein works hard to ensure his clients receive fair compensation, which may include:

Medical expenses (current and future)

Lost wages and loss of earning capacity

Pain and suffering

Emotional distress

Property damage

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If you’ve been injured due to someone else’s negligence, don’t wait to seek legal help. A skilled Personal Injury Lawyer New York like Michael Goldstein can make all the difference in your case. With a reputation as one of the best accident lawyers in NYC, he will fight for the compensation you deserve. Whether you need a Car Crash Lawyer NYC or representation for another type of injury claim, Michael Goldstein is ready to help.

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Kogan and DiSalvo Personal Injury Lawyers in Florida: Your Trusted Advocates After an Accident

Accidents can happen in the blink of an eye, leaving you facing a whirlwind of physical pain, emotional stress, and financial burdens. If you've been injured due to someone else's negligence, you need the expertise and guidance of a personal injury lawyer who understands your situation. Kogan and DiSalvo Personal Injury Lawyers In Florida in Florida stand ready to help you navigate this challenging journey with compassion and legal expertise. In this article, we’ll explore who Kogan and DiSalvo are, how they can help you after an injury, and why they’re one of the most trusted law firms in the state.

Who Are Kogan and DiSalvo Personal Injury Lawyers?

When it comes to personal injury law in Florida, Kogan and DiSalvo have built a reputation for delivering results. With years of experience, this Florida-based law firm is dedicated to providing compassionate yet aggressive representation to individuals who’ve suffered injuries due to accidents. Whether it’s a car crash, a slip and fall, or a workplace injury, their team works tirelessly to ensure you receive the justice and compensation you deserve.

Kogan and DiSalvo take pride in personalized service. They don’t treat you like just another case—they treat you like family. With their extensive legal knowledge, they’ll guide you through the process and advocate on your behalf at every step.

Types of Cases Kogan and DiSalvo Handle

Kogan and DiSalvo are skilled at handling a wide variety of personal injury cases. Whether it’s a catastrophic injury or a relatively minor accident, their team has the experience to manage the complexities of your claim.

1. Car Accidents

Florida sees its fair share of traffic accidents, and the aftermath can be overwhelming. Injuries from a car crash can lead to significant medical bills, lost wages, and pain and suffering. Kogan and DiSalvo are experts at handling car accident claims and will ensure you receive the compensation necessary for your recovery.

They’ll handle negotiations: Insurance companies are known to offer lowball settlements to accident victims. Kogan and DiSalvo will make sure you’re not taken advantage of.

They’ll gather evidence: From police reports to witness statements, they’ll collect all the necessary evidence to build a strong case for you.

2. Slip and Fall Accidents

Slip and fall accidents often happen in places like grocery stores, malls, or restaurants where property owners fail to maintain safe conditions. If you've been injured in such an accident, you might be entitled to compensation. Kogan and DiSalvo will help you prove that the property owner was negligent and ensure you get fair compensation.

3. Medical Malpractice

If you’ve been injured due to the negligence of a healthcare provider, you might have a medical malpractice case on your hands. These cases are complex, but Kogan and DiSalvo have the expertise needed to navigate them. Whether it’s surgical errors, misdiagnosis, or medication mistakes, their team will fight for your rights.

4. Workplace Injuries

In Florida, workers’ compensation laws are in place to protect workers who get injured on the job. However, workers’ compensation claims aren’t always straightforward. Kogan and DiSalvo will work with you to ensure your claim is processed correctly, or they’ll explore other options for pursuing compensation if necessary.

5. Wrongful Death

Losing a loved one due to someone else’s negligence is a heartbreaking experience. Kogan and DiSalvo understand the emotional toll this can take and offer compassionate legal support during such a difficult time. They’ll help you pursue a wrongful death claim to get the financial justice your family deserves.

Why Choose Kogan and DiSalvo?

Choosing the right personal injury lawyer is crucial to the success of your case. Here’s why Kogan and DiSalvo should be at the top of your list:

1. Proven Track Record of Success

With over 30 years of experience, Kogan and DiSalvo have successfully represented thousands of clients, securing millions of dollars in compensation. Their proven track record speaks for itself. They’ve built a reputation for winning tough cases and achieving the best possible outcomes for their clients.

2. No Fees Unless You Win

Kogan and DiSalvo work on a contingency fee basis, meaning you don’t pay a dime unless they win your case. This arrangement gives you peace of mind, knowing that you won’t be burdened with legal fees while you’re already facing medical expenses and other financial challenges.

3. Personalized Service

One of the key reasons clients choose Kogan and DiSalvo is their commitment to providing personalized service. When you work with this firm, you’re not just another case number—you’re an individual who deserves the best legal representation. The lawyers at Kogan and DiSalvo take the time to get to know you, understand your needs, and provide tailored solutions.

4. Compassionate Approach

In addition to their legal expertise, Kogan and DiSalvo are known for their compassionate approach to client relationships. They understand the emotional and physical challenges that come with being injured, and they treat you with the respect and empathy you deserve. Their team works tirelessly to relieve the burden on your shoulders, so you can focus on recovery while they handle the legal complexities.

5. Aggressive Representation

While Kogan and DiSalvo are compassionate, they are also fierce advocates. They know that in order to get the compensation you deserve, sometimes you need to be aggressive. Whether negotiating with insurance companies or fighting for your case in court, their team will use every tool at their disposal to secure the best possible outcome.

How Kogan and DiSalvo Can Help You

When you hire Kogan and DiSalvo, they take over the burden of your legal issues so you can focus on what matters most—your recovery. Here’s how they’ll help:

1. Free Consultation

The process starts with a free consultation where Kogan and DiSalvo’s team will evaluate the details of your case. They’ll listen to your story, assess the strengths of your claim, and explain the legal process so you can make an informed decision.

2. Investigating Your Case

Kogan and DiSalvo’s legal team will get to work immediately, gathering evidence, speaking to witnesses, and reviewing medical records. They’ll leave no stone unturned in building the strongest case possible.

3. Filing Claims and Negotiations

Once your case is ready, Kogan and DiSalvo will file all necessary claims and begin negotiations with insurance companies or other parties involved. Their goal is to get you a fair settlement that covers medical bills, lost wages, and pain and suffering.

4. Taking Your Case to Court

If negotiations break down and a fair settlement can’t be reached, Kogan and DiSalvo are ready to take your case to court. With their expertise in personal injury litigation, you can rest assured they’ll fight aggressively for your rights.

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If you’ve been injured due to someone else’s negligence, don’t wait to get the legal help you need. Kogan and DiSalvo Personal Injury Lawyers in Florida offer a free consultation and are ready to take on your case with the professionalism, compassion, and expertise you deserve.

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A car accident can be a life-altering event, leaving you with physical injuries, emotional distress, and financial burdens. If you’ve been involved in an accident in Miami Lakes, Florida, it’s crucial to act swiftly. Hiring a car accident attorney early in the process can significantly impact the outcome of your case. This guide explores why early legal intervention is essential and how an attorney can protect your rights, maximize your compensation, and ensure a smoother recovery process.

Why Time Matters in Car Accident Cases

1. Preserving Critical Evidence

After a car accident, evidence can quickly disappear. Road conditions change, vehicles are repaired, and memories fade. Hiring an attorney early ensures:

Accident Scene Documentation: Photos, videos, and witness statements are collected promptly.

Preservation of Vehicle Damage: Your lawyer can arrange for vehicle inspections before repairs.

Access to Traffic Camera Footage: Many traffic cameras overwrite data after a short period. An attorney can secure this footage before it’s lost.

2. Statute of Limitations

In Florida, the statute of limitations for filing a personal injury lawsuit is typically two years from the date of the accident (as of recent updates). While this might seem like ample time, the legal process—from gathering evidence to negotiating with insurance companies—can be time-consuming. Early action ensures you don’t miss this critical deadline.

3. Avoiding Insurance Company Pitfalls

Insurance companies often contact accident victims soon after the incident to gather statements or offer settlements. Without legal representation, you risk:

Unintentionally Admitting Fault: Your statements might be used against you.

Accepting a Low Settlement: Early offers rarely reflect the full value of your claim.

An attorney can handle all communications with insurance companies, ensuring your rights are protected.

How an Attorney Can Help Immediately After a Car Accident

1. Evaluating Your Case

An experienced attorney will assess your case’s merits, considering factors such as:

Severity of injuries

Liability and fault

Potential compensation

This early evaluation provides clarity on your legal options and the next steps.

2. Guiding You Through Medical Treatment

Proper medical documentation is critical for your case. An attorney can:

Connect you with reputable doctors specializing in accident-related injuries.

Ensure your medical records accurately reflect the extent of your injuries.

3. Handling Insurance Claims

Insurance claims can be complex and stressful. Your lawyer will:

File claims on your behalf.

Negotiate with adjusters to secure a fair settlement.

Appeal denied claims if necessary.

The Benefits of Early Legal Representation

1. Maximizing Compensation

The sooner you hire an attorney, the better your chances of recovering full compensation. This includes:

Economic Damages: Medical expenses, lost wages, and property damage.

Non-Economic Damages: Pain and suffering, emotional distress, and reduced quality of life.

2. Reducing Stress

Navigating the aftermath of a car accident can be overwhelming. Having a lawyer handle legal and administrative tasks allows you to focus on your recovery.

3. Building a Stronger Case

Early legal intervention allows your attorney to:

Gather and preserve crucial evidence.

Interview witnesses before their memories fade.

Consult with accident reconstruction experts if necessary.

Common Misconceptions About Hiring an Attorney Early

Myth 1: It’s Too Expensive

Most car accident attorneys work on a contingency fee basis, meaning they only get paid if you win your case. This arrangement makes early legal representation accessible to everyone.

Myth 2: You Can Handle It Alone

While some may attempt to handle their cases independently, this often leads to:

Missed legal deadlines.

Inadequate compensation.

Difficulty navigating complex legal processes.

Myth 3: You Only Need an Attorney for Severe Accidents

Even in minor accidents, injuries like whiplash or soft tissue damage may not manifest immediately. An attorney ensures you’re compensated for all potential damages.

Real-Life Example: The Impact of Early Legal Intervention

Case Study: Jane’s Accident in Miami Lakes

Scenario: Jane was rear-ended at a red light. She initially believed her injuries were minor but experienced severe neck pain a week later.

Steps Taken by Her Attorney:

Immediate Evidence Collection: Secured traffic camera footage and eyewitness statements.

Medical Referrals: Connected Jane with specialists who diagnosed her injuries accurately.

Negotiations: Dealt with the insurance company’s lowball offer, eventually securing a settlement that covered medical expenses, lost wages, and pain and suffering.

Outcome: Jane’s early decision to hire an attorney resulted in a settlement four times higher than the initial offer.

Finding the Right Car Accident Attorney in Miami Lakes

Qualities to Look For

Experience: Specialization in car accident cases and familiarity with Florida laws.

Local Knowledge: Understanding Miami Lakes’ unique traffic patterns and accident hotspots.

Strong Track Record: Proven success in securing favorable outcomes for clients.

Clear Communication: A lawyer who keeps you informed and answers your questions.

Questions to Ask During Your Initial Consultation

How many car accident cases have you handled in Miami Lakes?

What is your approach to maximizing compensation?

Do you work on a contingency fee basis?

How often will you update me on my case’s progress?

Final Thoughts

Hiring a car accident attorney in Miami Lakes early is one of the most crucial steps you can take after an accident. From preserving evidence to negotiating with insurance companies, early legal intervention ensures your rights are protected and maximizes your compensation. By acting promptly, you reduce stress, build a stronger case, and increase your chances of achieving a favorable outcome.

If you’ve been involved in a car accident, don’t wait. Contact a skilled Miami Lakes car accident attorney today to secure the justice and compensation you deserve.

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Name Of Law Firm: The Ward Law Group, PL

Address: 6625 Miami Lakes Dr Suite 100, Miami Lakes, FL 33014, United States

Phone: 786-751-7481

Website URL: https://www.855dolor55.com

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Tampa personal injury lawyer William Franchi's prior experience includes nearly six years of Tampa Bay area law enforcement experience. For those that have been charged with a drug-related charge, William’s experience “on the other side” reaps many benefits. William has successively defended multiple criminal defendants for various charges. If you need a Tampa auto accident attorney, a Tampa truck accident attorney, or a Tampa personal injury lawyer, give him a call.