Donovan
“You don’t speak unless the judge asks you a question and I give you the okay to answer. Understood?”
“Whatever.”
Spending the night locked up in a jail cell hadn’t done much for my client’s sunny disposition. While attitude from a client would normally have me up in arms, it was an effort to act pissed off with this kid. He reminded me so much of myself at that age that I found it amusing.
I cleared my throat. “Not whatever. Tell me you understood what I said and you will follow my rules.”
Storm rolled his eyes. “Fine. Speak when spoken to. I get it, alright?”
“That’s better.”
I pushed up my shirtsleeve to check the time on my watch. We still had a few minutes before the guard would call him for the obligatory lineup and march of criminals upstairs to the courtroom. Only at
