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morning. Yet she was unsure how she
should have proceeded. She was determined not to let such a major
defense case slip out of her hands and away from her bank account
without a fight. After all, wasn’t she the best possible lawyer for
Margo? She would meet with the woman again and convince her.
Victory in such a notorious murder trial would make Sandy’s
reputation, not to mention every one of her remaining car
payments.
    Martin was out somewhere, which wasn’t
unusual, as he was not office bound and could easily handle his few
clients part time. Unlike Sandy, he did not depend upon income from
his law practice. His practice tended toward legal contracts,
giving legal advice, and bankruptcy. She usually had one or two
small personal injury or property damage cases going with an
occasional DUI. All incredibly boring. She was energized by clients
who had been dumped on or had innocently run afoul of the law.
    In the middle of her desk, she noticed the
police report for the Larena homicide marked “preliminary.” On top
of the report was stuck a memo from Martin, “Did you notice the
murder in the newspaper this morning?”
    She read the police report pausing to check
dates with her calendar. She took out the yellow legal pad with her
notes from her meeting with Margo. Going back and forth between the
report and her notes, she tried try to match the facts as given in
the police report with the few logical statements made to her by
Margo. She gave up after two hours. The possibility that it was a
waste of time, and that she had seen the last of Margo added to her
frustration.
    She decided she’d drive back out to the jail
in the morning and attempt to regain her trust. The woman was
definitely unpleasant to deal with. A night in a jail cell is
intended to adjust your mental outlook, and it certainly does. To
that, she could personally attest. She hoped the woman’s outrageous
attitude was temporary and not an everlasting personality
quirk.
    She folded the papers and headed for Chip’s
house for the inevitable glass of wine and a needed bit of comfort.
Also, to make up for avoiding his bed the night before.
    He must have gotten off duty early. When she
got to his place, he had already changed clothes and had stretched
himself out on the sofa checking his iPad, looking fine in a white
polo shirt and knee-length cargo shorts. She gave him a kiss. How
could anyone doubt a beautiful guy who looks like that? “Would you
like to compare the relative craziness of the day with me,
Chip?”
    “Not especially. Some of my days get somewhat
soiled. Don’t care to relive many of them.”
    “Let me guess. Today you had too many clowns
and not enough circuses.”
    “That’s about it. Why don’t I just concede
that today you take the crazy-day prize?”
    “We’d better forget it anyway, because I
can’t tell you just how off-the-wall a certain woman is since it’s
privileged communication.”
    “Oh, a client.” He grinned. “You don’t mean a
criminal defense case?”
    “Yes, a big one!” She jabbed the air with
both fists and threw him a beaming smile.
    He got up and hugged her. “Finally, your
first serious honest-to-God client.”
    “Except she walked out on me.”
    “Meaning?”
    “She’ll cool it and we’ll get back together.
She’s defensive but desperate.”
    “What’s the charge?”
    “Murder in the first,” she said proudly.
    A quizzical frown crossed his face. “What do
you mean, murder? Here in Park Beach? We get barely a handful a
year. The most recent one was Tuesday night. The John Larena
shooting that I was called in on.”
    “That’s the murder I’m talking about. I think
I’m going to defend his wife.”
    He moved in front of her and placed his hands
on her shoulders. “Tell me you aren’t going to do that.”
    “What are you doing, Chip? I know you might
be part of the prosecution against my client. And I know State
Attorney Moran is going to have a fit imagining our pillow