Chapter SeventeenJuly 12
7:05 a.m.
Marty woke up to find that Abby was already dressed and ready for work. She kissed him and said, “I'm worried.”
“About what?” he asked, still trying to wake up.
“About us getting killed, Marty. What else?” She was quiet for a moment and then added, “I know you. You're impressed with what Justin said yesterday and you're thinking about staying in the lawsuit.”
He nodded slowly. “I was impressed with Justin's commitment to getting Aligor to tell the truth, even after getting the s**t kicked out of him.”
“Yep,” she replied. “It's so courageous it crosses the thin line into stupid. How are we going to feel when he's the next one to sail off a rooftop? And what if it's you? I don't want to join the widows' club, Marty.”
“I know, sweetheart. Can I brush
