Jake let out a sardonic laugh. He knew the press could take a crumb and make a whole cake out of it, supplementing the facts with some creative conjecturing. He didn't plan on playing that game. “No way."
Marv frowned. “Can you tell me if you're a suspect?"
Jake spread out his arms. “Am I sitting here talking to you instead of in the County office talking to Theodore Hodgins? You figure it out. Now, I have work to do. Go talk to the Prosecutor."
Jake breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Marv leaving his office. “Piranha."
A moment later another figure appeared in his door, bringing him to his feet. Dressed in creased pants and a sleeveless blouse in his favorite shade of blue, she provided a contrast to his earlier visitor. “Chelsea."
She hesitated looking around the office, then ent
