Blind Justice: A William Monk Novel - Plot & Excerpts
Hester had discovered, to her surprise, that she was rather good at making it. Monk had told Hester about the commissioner’s warning. He would much rather not have, but if she did not know, it was much more likely that she might make some slip that would eventually get back to the commissioner. Then Monk might be dismissed, or at the very least, severely reprimanded. Possibly Byrne’s warning had not so much meant “don’t do it” as “do it discreetly enough that I can pretend I don’t know about it.” “We’ve got to find out something,” she said urgently. “Oliver doesn’t have a chance without it.” Monk looked bleak. “I’m not sure he has a chance, even if we do,” he warned her, his face filled with unhappiness. She knew he was trying to help soften the blow of defeat, if it came, but she did not want to hear that. She was being childish, and Monk was allowing her to be. “I know,” she said. “I’m sorry. It’s time I grew up, isn’t it? You don’t have to think how to protect me.
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