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statement.”
    Lemuel Howell the Third was one of the finest litigators in the country—and one of my first supervisors in the district attorney’s office before he went into private practice—known to the bar as Mr. Triplicate for his habit of using three phrases, often when one would do, to emphasize every point he made. His sleek elegance and smooth moves likened him, in Mike’s eyes, to a panther. He had the fine-featured looks and wavy pomaded hair of a 1940s film star, and the eloquence of a Southern black preacher.
    “I need your attention, Alex,” Lem said, taking hold of my wrist as I pointed at the door.
    Lem had always been tactile, using his hands to establish a rapport and intimacy when he spoke to friends and colleagues. With criminals he represented, his touch implied a sense of safety or measure of trust that he expected would transfer to the jurors who watched the pair interact throughout a trial.
    “I haven’t got time for this. Put together some numbers for Karim if he’s talking plea and I promise to think about it. Just don’t lowball me.”
    Lem squared off in front of me. “You and I have a bigger headache on our hands than Karim Griffin.”
    “Give me two Tylenol and tell me what that might be.”
    Howell dusted some sand off my eyebrow, touching my face to remind me of the closeness of our friendship. “I’m in the Leighton case, Alexandra. I’m sure you’ve heard about it by now.”
    “So, that’s the new client matter that got you down here to your old ’hood today? Well, nobody ever accused the congressman of being stupid. You’re the perfect choice for him, Lem. One of the best lawyers in town, and—”
    “And half his constituency is African American. I may even be able to work it so he keeps his seat.” Lem looked at his watch. “He’ll be arraigned as soon as I get downstairs.”
    “I’ve got nothing to do with Ethan Leighton’s case. It’s a vehicular.”
    “And you’re specializing in shipwrecks now, my dear, is that right? Well, you and I are going to be working closely for a few weeks, Alexandra. On damage control.”
    He was whispering now, staring me straight in the eye.
    “What kind of damage?”
    “There’ll be some rumors in the press. They may even go viral before your head hits the pillow tonight.”
    “More about Ethan?” I asked, pulling my hand away and turning to leave. “Let me guess, Lem. Don’t tell me he beats his wife?”
    Claire Leighton seemed to be the perfect political partner for Ethan. She’d given up a promising job as an investment banker to support his career and raise their children. There was no other angle for which Howell could need my help in this case.
    “It’s not Claire, Alexandra. Claire won’t do anything to make matters worse.”
    “Then if there’s no domestic violence angle to Leighton’s bad behavior, you know I won’t be involved.”
    “Trust me. This will wind up in your unit.”
    “Think of the magnitude of my trafficking case, Lem. I won’t come up for air for months.”
    “Wasn’t I the man who taught you kids how to juggle when you got your feet wet in criminal court? Don’t know a time since the Lord created felons and miscreants that the bad guys slowed down for a minute, even though you’re sitting on center stage with the biggest, fattest, most hopeless case of your young career. This isn’t the movies. Take off your blinders, girl. The crimes just keep on happening.”
    That was one of the many lessons I’d learned from Lem Howell years ago. My desk was already piled sky-high with detectives’ reports when my first high-profile rape investigation was handed to me. And that hot summer season had seen a spike in sexual assaults that threatened to choke me and my colleagues as arrests skyrocketed because of the latest forensic breakthroughs. Keep all the balls in the air but focus on the case at hand.
    “So if it’s not about Claire Leighton, what is it?”
    “Ethan’s girlfriend, a