âTravis Bystrowski.â
Antonio steps into the room, narrowing his gaze as he scans the nameplates on several doors opening off the main area. He knows better than to expect the stateâs top dog to try his sonâs case, but he hopes the man has assigned the trial to someone with experience and a hunger for justiceâ
He points to a door in the far corner of the room. âThere. Bystrowski.â
âA Polack.â Jason shakes his head. âWouldnât you know weâd draw a Polack?â
âShut up.â Antonio lifts a warning finger. âYou donât say a word in that room, understand? You listen and let me talk.â
Without waiting for his sonâs response, Antonio shoulders his way through the sea of government workers and cheap furniture. The door to Bystrowskiâs office is closed, but through the frosted glass he glimpses a human form behind a desk. He raps on the door.
âCome in.â
Bystrowskiâa young man with short hair and a lean lookâglances up from his reading when Antonio steps through the doorway. âCan I help you?â
Antonio removes his hat. âMy name is Antonio Tomassi, and this is my son, Jason. I understand you are the prosecutor assigned to my sonâs case.â
Bystrowskiâs brow furrows until the name registers. âTomassiâJeffrey Tomassi.â He stands and offers his hand. âMay I extend my sympathies to you both? And yes, Iâll be prosecuting the case.â
Antonio shakes the manâs hand, then gestures to the chairs crowded against the wall. âMay we?â
âCertainly.â Bystrowski waits until Antonio has been seated before he settles back in his seat. âHow can I help you, gentlemen?â
Antonio looks around, taking in the diplomas on the back wall, the newspapers piled in the corner, the nameplate proclaiming Travis Bystrowski an assistant stateâs attorney, the cigarette stubs in the ashtray. A half smile tugs at his mouth as he points to a length of curled ashes. âAre stateâs attorneys allowed to smoke in public buildings?â
âUm, no.â Bystrowski has the decency to flush as he dumps the ashtray into the trash. âI often work late, and if Iâm alone up hereââ
âDonât worry, Mr. Bystrowski, your secret is safe with me.â Antonio smiles, without humor. âWe want to support you in any way possible. We want justice for Jeffrey.â
Bystrowski glances from Antonio to Jason, as if he doubts the sincerity of their stated intention. âThatâs what the state wants, as well. How much do you know about our progress with the case?â
âWe know Erin has been arrested.â
The attorney nods. âThatâs correct. She was arraigned yesterday, and pleaded not guilty.â
Antonio barely resists the urge to spit. âShe killed him, of course. Who else could have?â
âThe evidence certainly points to her,â Bystrowski says. âThe police found no indication of a break-in. And her fingerprints were on the murder weapon.â
âThe trial will be concluded quickly, then? No surprises from the defense?â
âWellââ Bystrowski spreads his hands ââthe defense can try to sell any cock-and-bull theory to win sympathy for the defendant. Sometimes, particularly if the defendant has money, they can hire expert witnesses that can convince a jury of almost anything.â
âYou need not worry about the defense attorney,â Antonio says, satisfaction warming his face. âThe woman is inexperienced in these matters.â
Bystrowski gives him an uncertain smile. âYou know Briley Lester?â
Antonio shrugs. âI know she is no threat. Not only is she unskilled, but Erin has no money for experts and such. Jeffrey gave her everything, and she killed him for more.â
Interest flickers in Bystrowskiâs eyes. âWeâve been
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