Until 3:00 A.M. Saturday morning, when he’d been awoken by the call from Laguna Beach, his work had been undemanding – rarely was there ever more than one case on his schedule in any given two-week period. Sometimes none at all. Now, in three days’ time, first his children, then Jed Kinter, then ...
No thought, not even a glimmer of a thought, precedes what Conte says, as the words tumble out of him with a will of their own: “There’s something wrong with me.” Gesturing with cell, “I’m sorry—Don needs me now—I’m very sorry.” “I need you more.” “I’ll come by after I”—gesturing with cell—“I hav...
