“Of course I’m sure about it, I’m your attorney. It’s called a plea bargain, it’s done every day. You change your plea to guilty and spill where the watches come from, and you’re off the hook. Nobody is interested in punishing small fry like you - our prisons are overcrowded as it is.” Petit motioned to her. “You look the judge in the eye and say you made a mistake, you’re sorry, that you learned your lesson. It’s your first time - that’s all he needs to justify letting you off with a slap on the wrist.”
Roberto swallowed.
There was a distinguished-looking man seated on the bench in the courtroom. He had a craggy face and thick, styled hair. He looked down at Roberto.
“The court has been informed that the defendant wishes to change her plea from not guilty to guilty,” he said. “Is that
