He had done well; he always did well. This one was a no-brainer—he’d be on the stand with this prosecutor another day, two max, then the defense lawyer would take a whack at him, which would take a day, maybe spill over a little. The defense attorney wouldn’t lay a glove on him. He’d seen the fea...
MY NAME is Doug Lancaster. I’m the owner of KNSB.” Doug is seated at the anchor desk staring into the camera, the TelePrompTer on top scrolling down. He’s in a dark business suit and has had makeup applied, something he’s never done before, even on the rare occasions when he has addressed a telev...
She didn’t ask why I’d changed my mind, and I didn’t tell her. We set up a meeting with Bill Fishell at his office in Sacramento, to go over the conditions they’d have to agree to in order for me to take the job. Luke Garrison, J.D. Attorney-at-Law ...
I force open my eyes enough of a slit to admit light. The shades are up, I neglected to pull them last night, the sun blasts through the windows, through my encrusted eyelids right through the retina into the back of my brain. Jesus that hurts, I’m a pathetic ball of pain this morning. I broke my...
Clancy sang out in a weary voice.The Pabst Blue Ribbon clock hanging over the backbar, a relic from whoever owned the bar before World War II, read a quarter to one. Weekdays were generally slow after midnight; only half a dozen stragglers, hard-core regulars from the neighborhood, were still han...