fifteen hundred dollars from the client. But he well knew most of the time that things settled. DUIs were a volume business. You could scrape by if you got a lot and pled out most. But this was the only DUI on Steveâs plate. He started counting the days when LaSalle would get out and hand him five more grand. At the very least he could have a good long talk about what happened, what kid was burned in that fire. And why LaSalle was contacting him now, after all these years.
Steve spat out a form motion for reduced sentence and credit for time served, to be used in the Mendez sentencing.
On Thursday afternoon he was in his office and got a call.
âWanted to check in,â Sienna said. âI hadnât heard from you.â
âWhat? Was I supposed to call you?â
âIâm checking to see if youâre okay.â
âSure Iâm okay. Why shouldnât I be okay?â He stopped himself.
âLook, sorry, okay? I was sort of on the downslope back there. Now maybe Iâm on the upslope. A paying client and everything.â
âLaSalle?â
âYouâve got a good memory.â
âIt was only a week ago.â
âYeah, LaSalle.â
âWhatâs he want?â
âI donât know yet. Heâs not out.â
âYou may need some help.â
Steve laughed. âYou would still consider working with me? After the way I treated you?â
âLetâs just say Iâm still looking for some work.â
âWhen do you want to start?â He imagined her walking into his office again, saw her at the door. Keep hope alive, Reverend Jackson.
âAnytime,â she said.
Go for it. âHow about now?â
âNow?â
âHow long will it take you to get here?â
An hour, as it turned out. She was dressed in a soft blue blouse with a silver cross necklace, and jeans. She had her hair down. It was long and silky. Made Steve think of a Fourth of July picnic, and the green flecks in her eyes were sparklers.
âDo you know anything about dead bodies in California?â Steve asked.
âItâs nice to see you too,â she said.
âCome on in.â He closed the door behind her. âThe law of exhumation. As in, if I want to have a body exhumed, what do I do?â
âYou want me to find out?â
âThatâs what I hired you for, isnât it?â
âHired?â
âIâll cut you a check right now.â
As she typed away at the computer, researching in a California-specific legal database, Steve looked at her silver cross.
âSo, are you a Catholic like Madonna?â
She kept her eyes on the screen. âNobodyâs a Catholic like Madonna.â
âGood point. Catholic?â
âNo.â
âFundamentalist? Evangelical?â
âChristian.â
âTheocratic government type? Or laid-back, pro-choice type?â
She cast a quick look at Steve. âYou want me to research here, or talk about religion?â
âYou ever heard of multitasking? Come on, Iâm interested.â
âYou know, donât you, that under California law you canât ask me that question.â
âAs a basis for employment. Iâm just asking as a fellow human being. I still qualify there, donât I?â
She stopped typing. âOkay. You have to file a request with the court and cc the county coronerâs office. Thereâs a form with points and authorities. You want me to print it?â
âYouâre very good,â Steve said.
âIâll take that as a yes.â She hit the print command and Steveâs printer started spitting pages.
âMaybe now would be a good time to formalize our agreement,â she said. âHow does fifty an hour sound?â
âExpensive.â
âIâll take that as a yes too.â
âOn a per project basis,â Steve said. âI donât want you billing me while youâre