Ch. 9 – Spit in the Face“Nick, I don’t care if God, himself, says that it doesn’t exist. I need that information. Find the case, let’s get the precedent set so I can nail this bastard and put him where he belongs.” I press the phone into my ear and listen to him fumble for a second more. I should have just hung up.
I swear I don’t know what they’re teaching these kids in law school anymore.
“Ms. Cabot, I’ll do what I can,” the young clerk says finally, resigned to his fate of learning to be an actual attorney.
“Find it.” I’m about to cut into him a little more, but the phone beeps to let me know I have another call coming through. “Nick, you’ve got twenty-four hours. I need to go.” I end the call and switch over to my other line. “Cabot.”
( Ch. 9 – Spit in the Face )