CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Well, Duvall was right.” I said. “There isn’t much truth to that nickname, is there?”
Little D issued a throaty chuckle. “A mere accident of birth order.”
“Have a seat.” I rounded the desk and sat down, while he wedged himself into the guest chair. “So what brings you to me?”
“I understand you’re Tina Jackson’s attorney.” He made eye-to-eye contact. I liked that. “I want to help with her defense.”
“How much would you charge?”
“Nothing.” I must have looked surprised. “Shanae and I were friends,” he continued. “I feel I owe it to her to look after the girl.”
“You were just friends?”
He shrugged. “We did a bit of business, too. Mainly friends.”
“When you say business, what does that refer to?”
“I’m getting to that,” he said calmly.
I gestured for him to continu
