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I stayed up late that night, packing a bag and finishing a bunch of billing and case correspondence so I could drop everything in the mail on the way to pick up the rental car. Whether sleep deprivation or residual hangover or road fatigue, my energy was flagging when I arrived at the prison Monday morning. I wished I’d stopped for more caffeine. Or stayed in bed. Things were not going well. Jerome’s trial started in three weeks. I’d spent a lot of time last week getting a whole lot of nothing, and I hated that feeling. Ralph once told me that with some cases, there just isn’t anything to find. I don’t know if he believed it, or he was just trying to get me out of a funk at the time. Either way, I was starting to believe that Jerome’s was one of those cases.
Speaking of our client, I
