REN DEJESUS DRUMMED HIS FINGERS on the table, awaiting the arrival of his attorney, Sherry Kelly. He had a look of confidence, although he was not certain why. Ren had not received any response to the weekly letters he had sent to Detective Lauren Gabriel, pleading with her to help find evidence that might overturn his murder conviction. And yet, Ren had a hunch something positive was about to happen.
Out of breath, as if she had just sprinted from her car to the prison interview room, Sherry Kelly tossed her briefcase on the table and plopped her butt into the chair across from DeJesus. Her normally well-maintained silver mane was tussled, and two buttons on her pink blouse were undone, exposing her n****e. It did not help that a hailstorm had pelted the lawyer as she scurried from her c
