“I DIDN’T GET TO BE one of the best defense attorneys in Maryland by accident.” Horace Black walked out the Broadville Port Police station with Jonathan. “Trust me; this entire thing is a joke. No one will take it seriously.”
“I do.” Jonathan rubbed the top of his head.
“Quarter has no proof.”
They walked through the parking lot toward Horace’s black Mercedes.
“No judge in their right mind would waste time with this nonsense.” Horace unbuttoned his black blazer when they got to the car. “The more Quarter tries to push this, the crazier she looks.”
They got into the car and Jonathan leaned his head against the headrest. “You sure I can get out of this?”
“With no witnesses to back her up or any proof she was drugged, she has shit.” Horace tossed his briefcase into the giant backseat ma
