“Good afternoon Mr Davis”
I held out my hand to the old man who opened up his door for me. He looked at my hand and held out his to greet me. A smile appeared on my face and he smiled back at me too.
“My name is Beatrice and—“
“It’s okay my dear I know who you are, come on in”
I was shocked that he knew who I was, but then remembered that name has been splattered all over the news outlets and maybe even in tabloids, disputing why how a good lawyer such as myself would agree to defend a criminal.
Mr Davis was Max’s lawyer, he was old and looking a bit old for his sixties but he was a shark in the courtroom and even I was afraid to go head on against him. He sat me down on his sofa and asked his house cleaner to bring me some coffee.
“So young lady, what is it that you want me to do f
