“Survive if you can,” he sneered while throwing his pregnant wife into the storm—unaware a dashcam recording would expose his $30 million fraud.
The clock glowing on the dashboard showed 2:14 a.m. when the vehicle screeched to a sudden stop. The jolt snapped my neck forward, but the sharp pain tearing through my eight-month-pregnant stomach was far worse. Outside, a violent November storm battered the deserted city streets, turning the night into a dark, icy void. Inside…
