They Poisoned My Father, So I Bankrupted Their Billion-Dollar Empire

Chapter 7: The Search

Jack nailed a piece of plywood over the window, his hammer strokes loud and aggressive. He couldn't stay here. Not tonight.

He grabbed his laptop and sat in the corner of the room, away from the windows. He opened a browser and typed furiously: Lawyers who sue OmniCore. Best personal injury attorney state. Class action litigation experts.

Most of the results were corporate firms—the kind that charged $500 an hour just to say hello. He couldn't afford a retainer. He needed a fighter.

He scrolled past the first page of ads until he found a news article from three years ago.

“Attorney Elena Vance Sanctioned for aggressive tactics against Big Pharma.”

The photo showed a woman who looked like she could cut glass with her jawline. She wasn't at a big firm anymore; she had gone solo.

Jack dialed the number listed on her bare-bones website. It was 11:00 PM. He expected voicemail.

"Vance Law," a sharp, female voice answered instantly.

"I have Thomas Miller's journal," Jack blurted out. "And OmniCore just threw a brick through my window."

There was a silence on the line. Then, the sound of keys jingling.

"Get out of the house, Jack," Elena Vance said. "Right now. Leave the lights on. Run."