examples and tell me if you feel the same.â
Jasmine flipped open the first page of the blue folder. She tapped a forefinger on the photocopy of a newspaper article. âI read about this kid. She gets hooked up with the wrong boyfriend in college. When he gets caught with drugs, he rolls on her. Result?â
âHere we go,â Bill muttered as he rolled his eyes. âShe gets to rant about men and conservatives.â
âEven better, conservative men,â Eileen said with a grin.
âHe gets off with a slap on the wrist and she gets a life sentence for drug and gun smuggling.â Jasmine slapped the table hard. âLow-down dog!â
âExcuse me, but little Miss Debutante knew he was dealing on the side.â Talia held up a hand to stop Jasmineâs protest. âIâll save my tears this time, okay?â
âShe shouldnât serve a life sentence for being youngand stupid.â Jasmine leaned forward. âMost of these cases involve poor, minority kids.â
Talia glanced away from the intense young womanâs gaze. Mama Rose had said the same thing about Monette time after time. âGo to it then. Save all those little idiots from themselves.â
Pete sat straight and looked Talia in the eye. âCertainly Jasmine will help on this one. But itâs you they want, Talia. The DA from your hometown specifically mentioned your reputation.â
A nasty suspicion took root as Talia drummed her fingers on the leather chairâs arm. âI donât know the man,â she said in a curt tone.
âHe knows you or at least your work,â Pete replied. He flipped through the report. âAnd he wants help dealing with the state legislature as well.â
âLouisiana isnât known for being liberal on law and order issues. The legislature defeated a bill just this year to reduce sentences for several nonviolent crimes.â Talia frowned.
âIs that right?â Pete propped both elbows on the table.
Talia nodded. âIn fact, this is a reversal of their position. But then it might make sense.â
âHowâs that?â Eileen asked.
âA number of legislators, even some hard cases, have said building more jails isnât the answer.â Talia lifted a shoulder. âI have to say they surprised me with that one.â
âLock âem up, and let âem rot? Is that really how you feel?â Jasmine asked.
âNo, butââ Talia cleared her throat. âLook, maybe this young woman needs a break.â
âSheâs one of many,â Jasmine said.
âIâm really busy. Besides, Jas here is damn good. She can handle it.â Talia smiled at her.
âHell yeah I can.â Jasmine nodded. âBut you know Louisiana politics and all the nuances.â
âI havenât lived there in over ten years.â Talia tapped a forefinger on the smooth surface of the conference table.
âBut youâve obviously kept up on whatâs happening in the state,â Pete said. âJasmine is right on target. That kind of insight is invaluable.â
Talia pressed her lips together too late. Nice going, big mouth! She was backed into a corner. Her colleagues would wonder if she continued to fight on this one.
âFine,â Talia said with a tight smile.
The others went on talking about the weekend. Talia spun her favorite Cross pen in a circle. She couldnât wait to see Derrick. He would get a piece of her mind for the neat little setup he had engineered.
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Derrick stood in the foyer of the Chinese restaurant. He glanced several times at his watch. Relax. Youâre early . Still, a knot of tension in his neck muscles wouldnât listen to logic. Sheâd run from him before. Maybe she wouldnât show.
Theyâd grown up and not seen each other in more than five years. The last time was in the hospital when Miss Rose suffered a mild heart attack. He hadnât