Chapter 10He hated when his cases merged with an active police investigation.
It was one thing for Jimmy to handle his own clients, trail a wayward husband or wife, dig into a person’s questionable background, expose a fraud or a lying cheat—those were his bread and butter and kept him going on the mean streets. When the imaginary beveled glass of his office door becomes smeared with actual blood, that’s when things take a decidedly darker turn. A life was lost, a family shattered, unfulfilled dreams obliterated with the single blast of a gun, isn’t that what the press always seemed to focus on? The victim as saint, the assailant not fit for society. For Jimmy, he always wondered how the criminal felt while watching news of a manhunt for him. How had his deadly action, whether impulsive o
