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Isobel could only stare when she saw the state of her client. She had gotten the impression that something wasn’t right when she spoke to him on the phone, but she hadn’t expected what she was seeing.
“Jesus!” she said finally. “What the hell happened to you? You look as though you’ve gone twelve rounds with Mike Tyson.”
“I wish,” Zack said through gritted teeth. “At least then I’d feel better about being in this kind of shape.” Limping around the table, he settled onto the seat next to his solicitor. “Sergeant Mitchell and his constables were a little overzealous when they came to arrest me.”
“A little overzealous.” Isobel couldn’t keep her incredulity from her voice. “This is more than just someone being a little overzealous,” she said. “You were a detective; you know how bad this
