“YOUR LAWYER DOESN’T appear to care for you much.”
And the carousel goes round and round again. My jaw was swelling, I could have sworn one of my teeth was loose due to Stormwinder’s sucker punch, and that headache Hunter left behind had returned with a vengeance. Plus, now Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dumber were running me through my paces...one...more...time.
That’s not fair. Neither of them is dumb. They’re just stubborn and single-minded.
“I’m not a big fan of my ‘lawyer’ either,” I mumbled, trying to keep my eyes open. I had no clue what time it was, but my stomach noted that my usual dinner hour was long past while my foggy brain warned me to be careful with words if I didn’t want to spill any state secrets. So I kept it simple. “Can I go home yet?”
Before either Bradford or Lambert
