A letter came from Victor Raines' prison record.
I say came but what I mean is that I requested it. It had been on my mind for months, the feeling that I had never properly closed that door. Dale Raines and I had reached something real in that hotel meeting room. But the man whose case had been the original thread, Victor Raines himself, remained only an outline in my understanding of everything that had followed.
The prison records were public where they didn't involve protected medical information. What I requested was the file from his trial, which I had access to as the attorney of record.
I read through the whole case again. My briefs. The opposing arguments. Pryce's strategy, which I could now read with the knowledge of who Pryce actually was, a man who had won a case and then use
