former firm. Then again, revenge could be very, very sweet.
Setting the documents aside, Alisha folded her hands before her. âTell me about the accident.â
Sheila plucked her purse from the floor, withdrew a photo and handed it to Alisha. âThis was my Barry last year when he was a junior in high school.â
Alisha studied the picture of the gangly, smiling young man dressed in some kind of track uniform. âHeâs a very nice-looking boy.â
âHe was a cross-country runner. Last summer he was out jogging near a park and that Kenneally woman ran him down.â Anger had replaced the sorrow in her voice. âThey said it was an accident. They said Barry ran out in front of her. He doesnât remember what happened, but I still donât believe it. When the police got there, her car was up on the curb.â
âDid anyone see the accident?â
âOne lady did and at first she said the woman lost control of the car. Later she told the police she didnât say that. I think sheâs lying now.â
Alisha wondered if the witness had been paid for her silence. âWas Mrs. Kenneally brought up on charges?â
âThey had an investigation and nothing came of it. Now sheâs walking free while my only boyâs going to spend his life in a wheelchair. Whatâs left of his life, anyway.â
âIf you decide to go through with this lawsuit, it could take years to settle.â
Sheila lifted her chin. âI want to go through with it and not because of the money. If she doesnât go to jail, then at least weâll get our day in court.â Her gaze faltered. âBut my husband and me, we donât have any money to speak of. Weâre just simple, hardworking people. And Barryâs insurance coverage isnât going to last much longer.â
These were the kind of people Alisha felt compelled to help, not the Kenneallys of the world who bought their own brand of justice. âI tell you what, Mrs. White. Iâll conduct some research and if I decide to take this on, Iâll do so on contingency.â
âWhat does that mean?â
âYou wonât pay any money up-front. If we win, then Iâll take a percentage. If I lose, you wonât be out anything.â
Sheilaâs eyes went wide. âYouâd do that for me?â
âYes, but thatâs standard in this kind of situation.â Alishastood and extended her hand. âIâll call you in the next couple of days after I review all the facts and determine if we have a good case.â
Sheila rose and took Alishaâs hand, shaking it vigorously. âThank you, Miss Hart. I appreciate anything you can do for me and my son.â
âNot a problem. Iâll see you out.â
After escorting Sheila to the door, she turned back to find Joe kicked back in the chair, feet propped on the desk, hands laced behind his neck. âDo you want to ride with me and Julie?â
She strode to the desk and lifted his feet up, placing them on the floor. âRide where?â
âThe reception for the new family-advocacy center. Or did you forget that, too?â
Yes, she had. And she wanted to forget about it now. âI think Iâm going to bow out. Iâve got the hearing tomorrow morning and I need to prepare.â
âYouâre as prepared as youâll ever be. And you need to get out and have some fun.â
âI donât consider sucking up to the entire population of San Antonioâs legal eagles fun. I can do that any day of the week.â
âYeah, but not with little finger sandwiches and free booze. Besides, Julieâs worked hard to help this place get off the ground. Sheâll be disappointed if youâre not there.â
He had a point, and Alisha had an obligation to be there if only for that reason. âWhat time?â
âWeâll pick you up around seven.â
âIâll drive