If I was going to cave, then I’d have to meet with Richie before I left.
Goddamn it.
I knew the media was going to have a field day with this case.
It would be worse than the Kennedy trial.
“I don’t know why—I must be in the giving mood—but you can tell that asshole I’ll meet him here at seven in the morning on Friday. If he’s late”—I ground my teeth together—“and I mean, even by a second—I’m locking my door, and he won’t get another chance with me.”
“I’ll let him know.” She pulled the pad away from her chest, glancing at something she had written, and said, “Declan?”
“Yes?”
“I need to discuss the Montgomery case with you—”
“Hell no.” I put my hand in the air. “Only one shitshow at a time. We’ll discuss the Montgomery case later. I need to finish the terms of the Spade settlement t
