Chapter Four
Zoe
“You can’t be serious,” I said.
“Zoe, I’m serious,” Ted Duncan said. “Let me talk to my client and…”
“Ted, it’s total bullshit and you know it. There are about thirty witnesses who said your client punched my client first,” I countered, annoyed as hell to even be fielding this call.
Ted Duncan was the most obnoxious kind of attorney to be found. His face was plastered on billboards all over Seattle. He was litigation happy, promising his gullible clients dollar signs he rarely delivered. Now, he’d just informed me that his client, the drunk fool who’d been trying to fight with his friend and ended up punching Ethan instead, was considering suing Ethan over his b****y nose. Somehow between last night and this afternoon, the nose was now allegedly broken. I did not have
