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Everybody loves a parade, Sarah thought, scrolling through the photos on the Web. Lawyers in their fancy suits, hands cuffed behind their backs, beefy law enforcement officers holding them by the elbows as they endured the gauntlet of media and sneering bystanders.
The head partners, Milton and Feinberg, had been first, but now there were more lawyers from the firm indicted every day, it seemed. More white-collar criminals for the perp walk. The news outlets loved it.
The optometrist, his family, and a whole collection of other professional plaintiffs had been arrested, too. Mickey was right: Mr. Fitzgerald of the U.S. Attorney’s Office was giving himself a very large early Christmas present indeed.
“Anything new?” Joe asked, joining Sarah in her kitchen. His hair was still wet from
