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Observing my hangdog expression, Carrie said, “You have to cease blaming yourself, Grant, you did what you had to do. You had to notify the authorities. There was no other good option. And Toby did what he had to do. He defended himself. It was just one of those things that happen beyond our control.” Her office phone buzzed. She answered it. “Tell her I’ll get back to her.” We were in Carrie’s office, late afternoon, after the arraignment. The sun was beginning to decline, casting shadows into the room. Carrie flicked on a lamp.
“Intellectually, I know that, but I can’t shake that queasy feeling in my stomach. I’ve got less than two months to find a killer.”
“Your insides aren’t the only ones in turmoil. I don’t know how I’m going to defend Toby.”
“You know you’re free to hire whom
