Chapter Fourteen
“Hi,” Ray said.
“Hi.”
He smiled. “This is odd.”
“Yeah.”
I hadn’t had a case with Ray recently. Ray worked the Circuit Court, handling jury trials on the murders, rapes, and major drug offenses that arose with great frequency in our county. My criminal cases rarely went to trial. When they did, the matters usually involved clients with exaggerated notions of their driving ability after 10 beers. Or people who believed in the socialist principle of the even distribution of wealth and expressed their support by redistributing other people’s goods to themselves.
The fact that Ray was prosecuting was yet another sign that this case was serious.
“So?” I asked.
“So.” He looked away for a moment.
I glanced at my scuffed shoes. “We can handle this, right?”
He nodded vigor
