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“Death by…? How?” Keith asked, displeased. The whole Grenfill case was already opaque, the new information from Caldwell made things worse.
“Not because he choked on a piece of candy,” Caldwell said viciously.
“Murdered?” Keith asked.
“Definitely,” Caldwell sighed. “Everyone just thinks the attack was meant for me.”
“What did you say?” Aubrey asked, shocked. “So that whole attack was all fake? A smokescreen to shoot your lawyer? I’m sorry, I can’t believe it.”
“Oh, but that I understand,” Caldwell said. “It’s all too ridiculous for words. And after reading the articles in the newspaper, you will have no doubt that the death of J.R. Armstrong, my attorney, was a mere coincidence. That he was accidentally hit and that I had all the luck in the world.”
Aubrey looked over her back to
