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Back The Hallows Save as PDF
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  1. TITLE PAGE
  2. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CONTENTS
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  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“They were fine if you have to draft a legal thesis on the origins of replevin. Not so great if you need someone to make an armed robber look sympathetic to a jury, or need to tail a cop for two days to see if he’s having an affair you can use against him. Successful trial lawyers just have some innate dispositions other people don’t. You can’t be taught it, and no amount of book knowledge is going to get it for you. I think you might have it.”

Will came in just then and said, “Hey.”

“Tell me you got something good.”

He sat on Jia’s desk facing into the conference room, and I rose and leaned against the doorframe.

“I got something good. Talked to Cecily. She said Patty and Steven were definitely flirting that night. That Patty had a little thing for him since high school. And she said Anderson was acting really strange.”

“Strange how?”

“She said he was high and then got progressively more and more drunk through the night. That he was saying all kinds of nonsense, and sometimes it didn’t even sound like words.”

“Okay, so that’s a plus one for Steven’s story checking out so far. Now, ladies ’n’ germs, we need to see if Anderson actually has a gun. I want another warrant executed for his parents’ house and his truck, this time specifying we’re searching for a gun. And get it on the drive over ’cause we need to leave right now.”

Our arrival at Anderson’s parents’ house gave Ficco Senior a little scare. He swore at me to get off his porch, and I retreated to the driveway. The warrant was on the way, so we couldn’t just barge in, and unfortunately Pritcher pulled up before the warrant did.

“You have no right to be here,” he said, coming up to me.

“Warrant’s on the way.”

“You’ve already searched. I’m filing an objection and asking for anything found in here to be suppressed.”

“We weren’t searching for a gun before, and we didn’t have a warrant for the mother-in-law apartment in back.”

“A gun? Why would you think there’s a gun here?”

“His buddy Steven is quite the talker. Had some interesting things to say.”

Pritcher’s face hardened for a moment. “It won’t work.”

“We’ll see. He seemed pretty believable to me.”

Pritcher went inside and shut the door.

“That guy just can’t help giving me the creeps,” Will said.

“He should. He’s dangerous. Killed a guy once.”

“No way.”