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go in,’ said David at last. ‘Does this guy know Stephanie and I have a history? Because if he does, he might not want me to . . . In fact,
I
am not sure I want to . . .’
    â€˜I understand,’ said Joe. ‘I know the wife was a friend and I don’t want to put you in a position where you feel obliged to defend her killer. But if the kid is disturbed, maybe she would want someone like you helping him out. He was her son, after all – and in the very least it might be worth trying to get a handle on the truth before you decide which way you want to go.’
    David nodded.
    â€˜As for the father,’ Joe went on, ‘if his reception is a little chilly it’s because he originally asked for a public defender. And if you want to give him a heads up about your history with his wife then, by all means, start with a clean slate.’
    â€˜But why would he ask for someone from the PDO when he must have legal contacts all over this city?’ asked Sara. ‘I mean, he works for a big-time network, his wife was an attorney, they must have legal representatives looking after their substantial assets.’
    â€˜I have no idea,’ admitted Joe. ‘But if I was to hazard a guess, I’d saythat maybe it’s because he doesn’t want an experienced attorney anywhere near his defence.’
    â€˜You think he wants a rookie so that he can lose?’ asked David.
    â€˜Or win,’ said Joe. ‘Depending on how you look at it.’
    There was a pause.
    â€˜So long story short,’ said David after a time, feeling more than a little uncomfortable with the impending task at hand, ‘we have to go in there and offer my old friend’s famous husband decent representation for accidentally committing a murder he appears to have had nothing to do with, so that he can have a fair chance at saving himself, so that we can set
him
free and make way for the ADA to drag Stephanie’s youngest kid into juvenile court for shooting her point-blank with a big game rifle.’
    â€˜That about sums it up,’ said Joe.
    â€˜Unbelievable,’ said Sara.
    â€˜Welcome to my world,’ finished Joe.

4
    T he first call went straight to message bank. She heard it ring, but ignored it. Not like her at all, but her sometime ‘companion’ and blue chip lawyer was, well, ‘down there’ at the time, and she allowed herself a few moments of pleasure before returning the favour and partaking in at least fifteen minutes of some seriously good sex before rolling off to check who the caller happened to be.
    Suffolk County Assistant District Attorney Amanda Carmichael was a woman on the rise. Everything about her was hot right now and she knew it. The current DA, a respected prosecutor named Loretta Scaturro, had finally resigned a few weeks ago after the Massachusetts Attorney-General got sick of extending her endless months of compassionate leave. And the AG, a legal dinosaur named Pat Sweeney, was backing his sunshine boy – Amanda’s boss and acting asshole DA Roger Katz – for the upcoming elections in November, a move which would see Amanda officially second-in-charge of the busiest district attorney’s office in Massachusetts at the ripe old age of twenty-nine. It was a record, she knew, but then Amanda was an old hand at breaking records, the fact that she had managed to drag out Tony’s explosive orgasm for the past quarter hour being testament to the fact.
    â€˜
Shit!
’ she said, as she listened to the voice mail on her cell. She expectedit to be one of the junior morons checking in for the night but it was Katz’s PA, a useless blob named Shelley. With Katz in DC attending the National District Attorney’s Association Metro Conference, a seminar he practically greased himself to get to despite having to offload three cases to some useless plebs who had more experience treating acne than they did attending