Twenty Seven
“He’s never, really, had to do anything for himself; never learned how to think things through properly.” — Francesca BoyleBailey stared across the table at Gus Dakin. As with her last interview with him a few hours ago, Officer Rainer was sat next to her, the obligatory second officer. Gus Dakin looked much as before. The same Tattersall shirt, the same belt-less jeans. The same scared look of being completely out of his depth. The same Gus, the same Bailey, the same Rainer. The same harsh, claustrophobic interview room.
But this time Gus was not alone on his side of the table.
Pierre LaFontaine was the most high-priced, though in Bailey's opinion far from the best, criminal defence lawyer in the city. Rather like a Rolex watch, people who could afford it bought LaFontaine
