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The first person who turned up to see Luke was Gary Preston, his corporate lawyer. Luke took a deep breath when he saw the man’s face at the door.
“Who told you to come? Rodney?”
“Rodney was worried—”
“I’d have called you myself if I’d needed you,” Luke cut him off.
“Mr. Garrett, are you saying you don’t need me here?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“You wouldn’t be able to defend yourself.”
“I don’t want to defend myself,” Luke snapped and jerked up to his feet, pacing around the small interview room. “I’m guilty of abducting the young man. I scared the s**t out of him. I don’t deserve to have a lawyer. He’s just a young man. How could I have done that to him?”
Luke slammed himself back into his chair. He stared at an invisible spot on the wall across the room.
“Sir,”
