State Attorney General Dennis Sheridan held back a sigh as he watched Richard Hasting’s lawyer wear an agitated groove in the carpet in front of his desk with his expensive leather shoes. Sweat glittered like diamonds in the places where his graying hair had given up trying to cover his large, round head. Greedy, hunted eyes peered out of indention’s in his bread dough face. Beneath a pug nose, his nauseatingly pink cupid’s bow mouth twitched with an uncontrollable tick.
Agitation wasn’t a good look on Digby Prescott. Not that Sheridan had seen an emotion that was good on him in the six months they had been on opposite sides of the case of State of Colorado vs. Richard Robert Hastings.
The saint-turned-accused-killer had been an interesting problem. If Dani Gwynne hadn’t seen Hastings ki
