Not only is the suit perfect, but my life is about as perfect as it can get. There’s a bounce to my step as I make my way along the path from the parking lot to the vinecovered brick building that houses Perkins, Travis, Attorneys-at-Law. I love my new job. The firm is small but powerful, driven ...
Though I didn’t have but a few sips of champagne the night before, I’m feeling plenty punk now. Detective Benjamin Greene sounds like he’s talking through a tin can and string. “I thought we were getting together at eleven. You keeping DA’s hours?” “Hardly.” I squint at the digital clock on the b...