Donovan
“Come on, Elliott. Work with me on this.”
Elliott Silver tossed a file from his desk over to a folding table set up on the right. The file hit a giant pile and knocked two other folders to the floor. He frowned.
I definitely didn’t miss my days at the DA’s office.
“He’s got two priors and he’s twelve, Decker. He also broke two bones in the guy’s nose—the violence is escalating. This is exactly the type of case I shouldn’t cut a deal on.”
“What if we give you a dealer?”
Elliott waved his hands around his office. “Do I look like I need another case?”
“This wouldn’t be another case. It would be a better case. You can get rid of this nickel-and-dime s**t on a minor and put away a guy whose been polluting the streets with drugs for years.”
He shook his head. “No offense, Decker,
