“Another opportunity to change the life of a wayward woman,” chimed a familiar voice. The prosecutor grinned.
“There is something still so innocent about this one,” remarked Oliver.
“Blonde, dancer, attractive until the meth starts eating her face and teeth away,” interjected William Pennoyer. He sidled next to Oliver. Their lanky gates matched on the cool day complimented by a brisk wind from the snowcapped Cascade Mountains to the east. “She is trouble.”
“Where you see nothing but trouble, William, I see opportunity and regeneration.”
“I wish I could be an optimist like you, Oliver,” quipped the prosecutor.
“All it takes is an open mind,” jested Oliver with a snide grin.
William fended off the grin with a calculating bend of the eyebrow. “I am a realist, Oliver. I know that t
