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was Eddy Jaworski’s card, a detective
friend of Sandy’s. “Jaworski, you better hope he’s Polish. They’re
known to be fair-minded and intelligent.” She didn’t know much
about Poles, yet that pretty much described Jaworski, and the woman
deserved to be squelched.
    “Oh, didn’t know that. Maybe I should get him
for my lawyer. Anyway, he asked where I was Tuesday night when John
was shot. I told him, home with my boyfriend.”
    “I need your boyfriend’s name and
address.”
    “I don’t think so. I don’t want him in
this.”
    “Geez, he’s your alibi. His name, please?”
she said louder.
    “None of your business.”
    Sandy put down her pencil and pushed back
from the table to emphasize her upset. Regardless, there was no way
she was going to let this client get away. They stared at each
other. Sandy won.
    “Okay...Richie Grant, but you’re not getting
his address. Don’t you try and contact him.”
    “Richie Grant?”
    “Yeah, he has the same name as that reality
TV show star. You know, the sexiest man alive.”
    “If you say so.” She’d never heard of him.
Did you give his name to the police?”
    Blank stare.
    “Did you just say boyfriend, or did you say
his actual name?”
    “I just said boyfriend. I didn’t think of
using his name until just now with you.”
    Another deep breath and sigh for Sandy. She
went on, “I’ll need his address eventually.”
    “I’m not telling you about him.”
    “Margo, if I’m going to defend you, I need to
know the truth about everything.”
    “Are you going to defend me?”
    Sandy couldn’t hold back the broad grin.
“Yes, I would like to.”
    Sandy took another thirty minutes to get some
further basic demographic information. She explained the spouse is
always a suspect in such homicides, and the fee would depend upon
the complexities of the case. She thought it a bad time to mention
in Florida first degree could mean the death penalty.
    “You’ve handled a lot of murder cases like
mine, haven’t you?”
    Geez, why did she have to ask that? “I’m not
new to criminal law. I’ve been handling murder investigations both
here and up in Philadelphia.”
    “Is that a yes?”
    “I’m a fully-licensed lawyer and have had
many clients in criminal defense cases.”
    “Cases like mine?”
    Long pause. “You are my first murder
client.”
    Margo shoved her chair back and stood. “Now
she tells me.” Before Sandy could speak, the woman headed for the
door.
    “Margo, wait. Just give me a minute.”
    The woman turned to listen, her hand on the
doorknob, an icy look on her face. The deputy was watching through
the large glass window.
    Sandy stood. “Look, I can help you. I know I
can. Your case is the type of situation I’ve been preparing myself
for all my life. Let me help you, we need each other.”
    “Your needs don’t mean shit to me. Practice
on someone else.”
    “Girl, you are making a mistake.” She turned
her back to Margo, and slung her briefcase onto the conference
table just to add a little drama. It slid halfway across. “I’m not
going to beg,” she said loudly with her back to the woman. She
started fiddling with her briefcase as though packing up to leave.
“I’m just going to tell you not to go out that door. Let’s talk
about what happened and get ready to confront the police and the
state attorney.”
    She wasn’t facing the woman, so couldn’t
gauge the reaction. “Believe me, sister, once they get geared up,
you’ve no idea the hell they’re going to bring down on you. I’m not
talking sticks and stones. An entire avalanche is headed your way.
But I say, bring ‘em on. We can handle them.” She truly needed this
case, yet she wondered if she had gone too far with her theatrics.
She waited. Then she heard the sound of the door opening and
clicking shut behind Margo.
     

Chapter Four

    S andy drove back to
the office fearful that she had mishandled the awkward meeting with
Margo Larena at the jail that