Drax placed a photo onto Ian's desk and pointed to the face of the person shown. While he hated to crush his friend's hopes, he needed the man to understand that he was holding onto a very unrealistic and movie-like hope. To Drax, Ian was not getting any younger, his influence was slipping through his fingers, and he was losing the Lee family and the Staton family money in the process.
"Who is this supposed to be?" Ian asked, picking up the photo to examine the woman shown on it.
"That is Claire Loam; and my intel says she is the judge." Ian sighed deeply.
"Drax, I get that you think you're helping, but I know what I saw, and I have supporting information. My father was robbed by a masked woman. At the time, we did not think much of it, but the information your prisoner gave us matches my father's description; Claire Loam does not."
"Your father had an encounter with the judge?"
