Chapter Nine
“Findley... Jules Findley,” Deputy Marshal Linda Rankin proclaims, pushing a file across the desk of Wendy Valance Esq.
The tall brunette smiles, pulling the thick pile of paper, centering on her desk.
“You mean Jules Jerk ‘em off Findley, the child porn guy? Still on the lam?”
“Yes.”
“Read about him in the paper, but he was never my client. There are some scum bags that even desperate defense counsel has a problem representing. And I’m not desperate. Not sure why you’re here.”
“We think that given an alternative to life on the run, he’ll take it. He knows what happens to pedophiles in prison. That’s why he’s willing to burn through lots of cash to remain in hiding. I’m sure you can slip word to his... ah... advisors.”
“Who would be?..”
“The money guys... bankers.... w
