CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Eva's barrister, Justin Fellowes, self-proclaimed 'best representation money can buy,' assured her he could get her off with a fine and no conviction recorded.
'We've got plenty of material to work with,' he said, with a toothy smile. 'Your previously unblemished record, all your community fundraising, character references from charities you've assisted, all these will go in your favour. It would be an exceptionally harsh magistrate who would fail to give you another chance, particularly as this incident of cocaine use was an aberration which you've assured me won't happen again.'
He looked at her intently. Eva nodded.
This was Eva's second visit. On her first, she'd told him, that she wanted the case dealt with on her first appearance. Adjournments would only drag it
