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“What do you mean? How can it not look good? He didn’t do it.” My words tumble out in a frustrated rush, but the lawyer asks me to please give him a moment with Fabrice alone instead of answering my questions.
“It’s okay,” Fabrice says, getting up as I do, and we embrace. “I will see you in a bit,” he says, and I nod as we pull back from the hug. I grab my phone and head out, my mind still reeling with the words and the look of the lawyer. How can he say it looks bad? How bad can it look when they can’t possibly have evidence?
I settle on one of the benches and just then, I hear a familiar voice and I look up to see Jacqueline and a man who must be related to Lane because he resembles him. I hear them ask for Detective Simmons and they are told to
