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Was it Sarah’s imagination, or did Ellen look a little disheveled herself?
Sarah glanced from Ellen to Mickey, then dismissed the idea.
No way he’d do anything with her. No matter how drunk he might have gotten.
And from what she could see right now, that was plenty drunk.
“Mickey, maybe you should just have water for a while.” The two of them stood off to the side of the room, both dressed in their suits again, or maybe still, in Mickey’s case, and all around them were the various superior court, appellate, and supreme court judges who had listened to the preliminary round of arguments all day long.
Sarah saw one of hers and Mickey’s judges over by the bar. He was a short, balding man with thick-rimmed glasses and an easy smile. Sarah never minded his questions, because he nodded
