ash-blond hair, some circles under her eyes, and her dimples were starting to become deep permanent grooves. In the next few years shed either lapse into premature hagdom or become the kind of second-act hottie who always had younger guys eager to bring her coffee in bed.
Sorry I couldnt stick around and give you a ride from Rikers after the hearing, she said with a strained smile. But the babysitter had to go home early because her kids were sick. And I had no one covering for me. . . .
S all right. I found my way.
Oh, Im so glad. She stopped, reminding herself to inhale. You get a good nights sleep at your cousins?
Uh, yeah. Felt good. You know. La familia.
He knew it was wrong to start off the day lying to his attorney, but what else was he going to say? A part of him was still a little Nuyo-Rican boy in a blanco school, wanting to impress the girls.
Uh-huh, thats great. She nodded absently. So how you like being a free man?
Its a-ight. He looked around, noticing a childs finger painting next to her law degree on the wall, its taped corner flapping over an air vent. I keep thinking you-all are going to tell me its a joke and I have to turn around and go back.
No, its no joke. But we do have some serious things to discuss.
He hugged the duffel bag to his chest, hearing a hint of sternness. So, whats the DA saying? Are they gonna let the charges drop?
Im afraid I had a very testy conversation with Paul Raedo this morning. The words went off like a string of firecrackers too close to his ear. Theyre taking the position that the judge vacated your conviction on a technicality. She crooked her fingers into quotation marks. But the underlying indictment still stands.
He fell back in his chair, knowing it was all too good to be true.
Lets face it. We got lucky yesterday. She sat forward, leveling with him. Your old lawyer had four of his cases overturned in the last few months. It happens sometimes, but not usually all at once. We were swimming with the tide.
Lucky? Rage started to gurgle up inside him again. If hed been lucky, he wouldnt have been set up in the first place. If hed been lucky, his father wouldnt have hired Ralph Figueroa. That drug-addled old bastard never told him he had the right to testify on his own behalf or that theyd been offered a five-to-fifteen plea bargain by the DA. Turned out hed been screwing up cases for yearsmissing deadlines, showing up unprepared, filing the wrong papers. And taking $12,000 of Papis life savings. The lawyer was living in a nursing home in Florida now, probably drinking out of the toilet and blissfully ignorant of the fact that four separate state judges had been forced to set aside old jury verdicts because of his gross negligence.
Im sorry, Julian. Its politics.
All at once he was back in the courtroom again, swimming in pure adrenaline terror and the itchy gray suit his father had bought him. The foreman reading the verdict as he felt his body go cold. Guilty, guilty, guilty . . . Every time they polled a member of the jury, he lost a few more degrees of body heat. His teeth were chattering by the time the guards took his arms and stood him up, so hunched over that he could barely turn around to say good-bye to Papi as they walked him back to the pens.
All right, hold it, hold it. She could see the blood drain from his face. This is all just posturing and jockeying for position. Everythings probably going to be just fine.
Probably? he squawked. Ms. A., dont talk to me about probably. Just tell me what I have to do and let me do it.
Look. This is an unusual case.
He noticed how she had to consciously slow herself down and pause to take a breath every few sentences, as if she were used to dealing with people who were either hard of hearing or willfully