time.”
“Don’t you want to wait until we get back to your office to discuss this?” I asked, trying to buy myself some time to collect my thoughts.
“If I did, I wouldn’t have started the conversation by saying “Let’s discuss the fact that your client was alone in Greene’s condo with a puddle of blood for an indeterminate amount of time.”
“Well, I’m glad to see that you really don’t have a problem with sarcasm.”
“After we discuss that, maybe we can review the conversation we had the other day, in particular, the part where you promised not to put yourself in any danger on my watch. You recall that, don’t you?”
“I could be wrong here, but I’m sensing some tension.”
“Ya think?” he asked with a laugh.
“I got a call from Dana, who got a call from Trog. He got an email message ...”
“Oh, right! That would be the one that seems to have vanished.”
“Deon is a computer geek and she knows him, at least a bit. She hacked him to get rid of the evidence.”
“Right, right. Abby, has it ever occurred to you that there may not be a Deon?” I stopped dead in my tracks.
“What did you say?”
“I said has it ever occurred to you ...”
“You called me Abby,” I interrupted.
“That’s your name isn’t it? Do you go by Abigail or Gail or something?”
“No, Abby. You just never used my first name before.”
“We’ve only met once,” he reminded me. “I figured because we were sort of working together ... but I’m sorry if that was presumptuous.”
“No! I like it. You can call me, Abby ... Jacob.”
“Um, okay.” He gave me an odd look. “Do mind if we keep walking? I still have a lot to get done tonight.” Of course he did.
“Sure, that’s my car up ahead, the gray Mazda 3. Now wait, what were you saying about there not being a Deon?” We started off again.
“I’m saying what proof do you have that this person even exists. How do you know that this isn’t some kind of elaborate plan your client is involved in?”
“That includes announcing to the public that he hacked into a system and committed theft? Never mind that, you think he’s involved in some brilliant criminal scheme that involves framing himself for murder?”
“I’m just wondering if he’s really just this innocent dupe or if this all meant to be a distraction from whatever his real agenda might be.”
“Trog’s only ‘agenda’ is to collect comic books and try to impress females who collect comic books. We reached my car and I clicked the electronic locks and hopped in. I put the key in the ignition as he slid in beside me.
“So, that’s what this meeting is about? What you wanted to tell me was ‘My client is innocent.’ Wow I’ve never heard that one before.”
“I wanted to tell you that ...” I turned to face him. If he took up a lot of elevator, you can just imagine how much space he dominated in a Mazda 3. My eyes fell to his lips and I quickly pulled them back up to his eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes. “Um, I wanted to say that ...” I swallowed. My train of thought had left the station.
I was definitely going to have to Google “pheromones.” The reaction that this man seemed to create in me was just not normal. I wanted to grab him by the coat lapels, climb into his lap and kiss him stupid. That could have been a very awkward moment.
“Even though we’re supposedly working together, we’re on opposite sides in this matter,” he said before I could ramble incoherently any more. “We have conflicting interests. Legal interests I mean.” He turned to look out the windshield ahead of us.
“You’re going to file charges because of tonight?”
“I have to see what Forensics says. But maybe I’ll have to, and then we will officially be adversaries.” I wasn’t sure where he was going with this.
“That happens a lot with prosecutors and defense lawyers,” I noted, furrowing my brow. “What’s your point? Would you rather take a cab
“Don’t you want to wait until we get back to your office to discuss this?” I asked, trying to buy myself some time to collect my thoughts.
“If I did, I wouldn’t have started the conversation by saying “Let’s discuss the fact that your client was alone in Greene’s condo with a puddle of blood for an indeterminate amount of time.”
“Well, I’m glad to see that you really don’t have a problem with sarcasm.”
“After we discuss that, maybe we can review the conversation we had the other day, in particular, the part where you promised not to put yourself in any danger on my watch. You recall that, don’t you?”
“I could be wrong here, but I’m sensing some tension.”
“Ya think?” he asked with a laugh.
“I got a call from Dana, who got a call from Trog. He got an email message ...”
“Oh, right! That would be the one that seems to have vanished.”
“Deon is a computer geek and she knows him, at least a bit. She hacked him to get rid of the evidence.”
“Right, right. Abby, has it ever occurred to you that there may not be a Deon?” I stopped dead in my tracks.
“What did you say?”
“I said has it ever occurred to you ...”
“You called me Abby,” I interrupted.
“That’s your name isn’t it? Do you go by Abigail or Gail or something?”
“No, Abby. You just never used my first name before.”
“We’ve only met once,” he reminded me. “I figured because we were sort of working together ... but I’m sorry if that was presumptuous.”
“No! I like it. You can call me, Abby ... Jacob.”
“Um, okay.” He gave me an odd look. “Do mind if we keep walking? I still have a lot to get done tonight.” Of course he did.
“Sure, that’s my car up ahead, the gray Mazda 3. Now wait, what were you saying about there not being a Deon?” We started off again.
“I’m saying what proof do you have that this person even exists. How do you know that this isn’t some kind of elaborate plan your client is involved in?”
“That includes announcing to the public that he hacked into a system and committed theft? Never mind that, you think he’s involved in some brilliant criminal scheme that involves framing himself for murder?”
“I’m just wondering if he’s really just this innocent dupe or if this all meant to be a distraction from whatever his real agenda might be.”
“Trog’s only ‘agenda’ is to collect comic books and try to impress females who collect comic books. We reached my car and I clicked the electronic locks and hopped in. I put the key in the ignition as he slid in beside me.
“So, that’s what this meeting is about? What you wanted to tell me was ‘My client is innocent.’ Wow I’ve never heard that one before.”
“I wanted to tell you that ...” I turned to face him. If he took up a lot of elevator, you can just imagine how much space he dominated in a Mazda 3. My eyes fell to his lips and I quickly pulled them back up to his eyes, his beautiful hazel eyes. “Um, I wanted to say that ...” I swallowed. My train of thought had left the station.
I was definitely going to have to Google “pheromones.” The reaction that this man seemed to create in me was just not normal. I wanted to grab him by the coat lapels, climb into his lap and kiss him stupid. That could have been a very awkward moment.
“Even though we’re supposedly working together, we’re on opposite sides in this matter,” he said before I could ramble incoherently any more. “We have conflicting interests. Legal interests I mean.” He turned to look out the windshield ahead of us.
“You’re going to file charges because of tonight?”
“I have to see what Forensics says. But maybe I’ll have to, and then we will officially be adversaries.” I wasn’t sure where he was going with this.
“That happens a lot with prosecutors and defense lawyers,” I noted, furrowing my brow. “What’s your point? Would you rather take a cab
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