Tapping a cigarette from the pack, Nora sighed.
So long as she was defending Gus, circumstances would never justify Freemantle giving him a break.
She had no choice. She had to quit.
Quinn often said that she was the best fact lawyer he’d ever met. He meant she was a vigorous investigator. She was good at finding evidence showing her client hadn’t committed the crime. Or, if he had, that his life should be spared. Nice compliment.
She’d done her best for Gus.
But with Freemantle attacking her personally, taking herself out of the picture was the only thing she could do that might win him a fair trial.
The door buzzer sounded. She dropped her smokes, jumped to her feet, hurried across the room, and opened up.
“I rushed straight here from Cheney.” Kent’s smile was gleeful.
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