CHAPTER TWENTY
“Tell me something, Marc. I’ve always wondered why you are a defense attorney and not a prosecutor? I would think prosecuting criminals would be a normal reaction to the anger you feel over your mother’s murder.”
“I pondered that for a long time,” Marc replies, calling up his own personal and cliché talking points. “I decided that the criminal justice system is stacked against the poor and downtrodden. They need an advocate.”
“Do you hope to find your mother’s murderer by defending these clients?” the therapist suggests.
Marc thinks about it, then nods at the possibility. “I keep hoping maybe that guy will walk into my office and confess, not knowing who I am.”
Marc’s conversation with McMillan months prior repeats in his head like a looping audio track. In a back-do
