CHAPTER FIVEAriel and I made the usual polite chitchat before she left. Then, I reached for a folder. One of my open cases. I needed to distract myself with work, or I might start banging my head against the desk.
How many times have I said it? Never work for a friend. Never.
I usually apply this rule to divorce and custody cases. There were always exceptions, and for $8,000, it was tough to say no.
But a zoning case? Seriously?
I opened the folder and flipped through the paperwork, but found it hard to concentrate. What case was this? Some minor accident that needed to be settled, for which I would take one third of the tiny settlement as my fee. Whoopee.
I crossed my forearms on the desk and laid my head on them. I should’ve known this was all too good to be true.
Then, suddenly, I
