Scotty's face was two shades whiter than it should have been. He stared at his public defender wishing that there was more to it—something else behind the words; twenty-five to life.
"You said that you thought I could walk away with justifiable homicide and no time served." Scotty's voice sounded weak to his ears.
"No," the haggard looking man stated. "What I said is that … well I might have said that. But there is the question of your previous record. The judge is not going to allow justifiable homicide for someone with a criminal history as … um… as lengthy as yours."
Scotty's brow drew together. "Those records were supposed to be sealed-"
"Only from public view," the defender looked at his watch briefly. "Look, when records are expunged it doesn't mean that whatever was sealed cann
