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Timothy isalways waylaying her with some sweet declaration when she has something important to discuss.
    â€œYou’re not clean because of me,” she insists. “You’re clean because you’re a strong person. You have character.”
    â€œSo do you.” He picks up his menu again. “So does Dax, though he doesn’t realize it yet. The man needs someone in his life who cares more about his future than his next movie.”
    Briley props her elbow on the table and drops her chin into her hand, realizing that the conversation has hit a dead end. Timothy is determined to save the addicts of Chicago, one soul at a time, and there’s nothing she can do about it. At least not during lunch.
    She scans her menu. “I was going to suggest we have a picnic this weekend, but I might have to interview a witness on Saturday.”
    â€œSee? You work as much as I do.”
    â€œBut I’m doing it under protest. You seem to enjoy spending time away from me.”
    â€œI’ve heard enough.” He shoves the menu aside as he leans toward her, his eyes bright with frustrated affection. “I adore you, Briley Lester, but sometimes I wonder if we’re going to make it. You’re brilliant and you’re beautiful, but you’re also infuriating.”
    She leans forward until her lips are almost touching his. “I’m not beautiful, but thank you. And we are going to make it, because in at least one way we’re very much alike—neither of us likes to quit.”

Chapter Ten
    I n the back of his limo, Antonio pulls out his cell phone and dials his lawyer’s private number. Though Joseph Franklin is sure to be either at lunch or in a meeting, the managing partner at Franklin, Watson, Smyth & Morton answers almost immediately. “Antonio?”
    â€œJoe. I suppose you’ve heard about my son.”
    â€œOf course, I was so sorry to hear the news. I trust you received the flowers we sent.”
    â€œI’m sure we did. Listen, I’m calling about a matter relating to Jeffrey’s death…but this must be handled, you know, carefully.”
    In the background Antonio can hear the hum of conversation and the clinking sounds of restaurant service, but Joseph’s voice carries clearly: “I’m listening.”
    Antonio stares out the window, where the stately brownstones and wrought-iron fences of Lincoln Park are sliding by. “The police have made an arrest. I can’t believe it, but late this morning they took my daughter-in-law into custody. Erin will be needing a lawyer.”
    The thick silence of concentration rolls over the line. When Joe speaks again, his voice is guarded. “You want us to defend her?”
    â€œI do. People will expect the family to support her, and you are the family’s firm. But I talked to the medical examiner and the chief detective, and the case against her is rock solid. So I want her punished to the fullest extent of the law.”
    â€œSo you’re saying—”
    â€œThe fullest extent, you understand? Assign someone to her case, make sure everything’s done by the book. But don’t allow her to walk free of that courtroom with my son’s blood on her hands.”
    Antonio can almost see the heavy lines of concentration that must be creasing the attorney’s forehead. “We’ll have to be careful to avoid the appearance of impropriety. Even a guilty client is entitled to an adequate defense.”
    â€œI don’t think the Constitution says anything about a stone-cold killer being entitled to the best defense, does it? So do whatever you have to, but don’t let the woman who killed my son walk out of that courtroom without paying for what she did.”
    The sweet sound of tinkling ice cubes rattles over the line, followed by Joseph’s assuring voice. “Don’t worry, my friend. As always, we will do everything we can to merit your confidence