Agnes Okafor, the tough assistant district attorney assigned to the bride and groom cases, kick off her ferragamos and curled her leg up on the leather chair behind her desk. She fixed her sharp blue eyes directly on my face.
“Let me get this straight. You think the bride and groom killer is Richard Zaddicos?” She asked.
I’m sure if it, I said.
Agnes was dark, disarmingly attractive. Curly jet-black hair frames a narrow, oval face. She was an achiever, thirty four, a rising star in Bennet Sinclair office.
All you needed to know about Agnes was that as third year prosecutor, it was she who had tried the La Frade case, when the mayor’s old law partner was indicted on RICO charge for influence peddling. No one, including the D.A. Himself wanted to submarine his or her career by taking on
