“Helen, you know how this works. Please think of all the problems you’ll cause Zack if we don’t do this carefully,” Crevan warned. I peeled a few more layers of skin off of my lower lip. It would bleed soon. “I thought we did hand him a perfect case, Crevan. And now look what’s happening. Some shyster attorney is hell bent on tearing down our evidence. I won’t allow Melissa Sherman to stroll out of here scot free.” “I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know your alternative if the judge sees fit to dismiss the case.” “Stop parroting Tony Briscoe,” I felt my patience thin again. “He doesn’t have a clue who I am. You have more than a clue, Crevan. You know me.” He paused the arrangement of our impromptu photo array and pinned me with a probing stare. “Then what’s your alternative? Say Zack loses at the hearing this afternoon. What if Marcel comes back here with walking papers for Melissa Sherman, or prances in here asserting privilege on behalf of Payette? How do you plan to stop a court order, Helen?”
