Chapter 13
James Scott had never been more exhausted. He felt it all the way down to his bones. It was a pleasant sort of exhaustion. The kind that made his limbs heavy, and his mind cloudy. Except, instead of drifting in a sweet fog, his brain was working overtime. Thinking about Hector and Sammy Jenkins. About the man who connected them both. A voice in the back of his mind told him he was grasping at straws. Just because he lost a single case didn’t mean there was a massive conspiracy. It meant the jury had weighed the evidence and found in the state’s favor. It was bound to happen sometime, even when he had done his best work.
It didn’t mean District Attorney Horan was so thoroughly corrupt that even cases he didn’t try personally were tainted with the rot.
But it did mean that ever
