“Chambers” was Sandoval’s office, and Ferrara didn’t mind at all sitting in his enormous leather chair. Eli sat and didn’t slouch, ready to take whatever rebuke she felt he had coming.
In private, she wasn’t nearly as angry as she should have been. “I’ve had enough of your antics. This isn’t some cheap P-I case. And you’re making us all look bad.”
“Where’s the D-A?” Eli wanted to know. “Bound and gagged in some closet?”
Perhaps it didn’t deserve an answer. How the District Attorney managed his staff was not her concern. “Okay, maybe you’re not some j******f ambulance chaser, but what does it get you annoying the hell out of me and teasing my witnesses?”
“Sorry,” Eli said. “There’s a murdered corpse in that room, and you are politely suggesting to the jury it doesn’t stink.”
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