New Year’s Eve, 2009. Benbrook, Texas.
Jerry Singletary was at home, alone, stoned and drunk out of his mind.
After the papers had announced to the world that he’d been one of the men caught up in an underage solicitation sting five days before Christmas, he hadn’t had a moment’s peace from the subsequent media frenzy. Being busted had parlayed into his home being raided, and the large quantity of child p*********y he possessed had sealed his fate completely. He had been released on a massively expensive bail after some wrangling, and already colleagues had distanced themselves – not a one that he’d called for help was willing to represent him.
That hurt. He’d known some of them for years.
He’d been immediately fired from the law firm as well, and last he’d heard, a lot of the cases he
