The whole day had been brutal. All his efforts to turn the tables on the plaintive had failed him. Brandon didn’t fail often, but even he could tell his client was as guilty as sin. He was finding it hard to accept that he was defending a guilty man. A man who had embezzled fifty thousand employees’ pensions leaving them with nothing and no way to replace their losses. The guy had gotten too greedy and got caught. He didn’t show one ounce of remorse, and even though he claimed he’d lost all the money, Brandon believed he had it stashed somewhere. He was defending a snake, and it was getting to him.
Brandon walked through the door around eight, he had stayed late at the office pouring over his case files trying to find a loophole in the law, anything he might be able to exploit, but all he
