Scott did not get to the precinct as early as he would have liked, but he did manage to clear a full two-hour block. An amount of time so luxurious, it was practically indulgent. Morrison, one of his co-counsels, hinted that Scott should be prepared to go in to court after lunch. He didn’t know if Morrison had a man on the inside, or if he just possessed an uncanny gut instinct for these sorts of things, but the man was rarely wrong.
When Scott arrived, Hector did not look any better than he had the day before. In fact, he seemed worse. Scott would bet that he hadn’t slept a wink. He had probably been refusing his food, too. There were bags under his red-rimmed eyes, and there was no arrogance masking his fear. No posturing. He was just a young man caught up in a situation so far beyond h
