Ms. Velez put her hands together and rested her index fingers against her lips. “What’s your connection to the case?” Rob went through it while Velez watched him over a pair of half glasses. A large, plain woman with astute brown eyes, she reminded him of Sam. “If you take the case, there’s one requirement,” he said, wrapping up. She raised her eyebrows waiting. “No one, particularly my wife, is to know I’m paying the bills.” Velez leaned forward, frowning. “I can say I’m being paid by a concerned philanthropist.” A concerned philanthropist. Unlikely Clare would recognize him with that description. A good thing. It might confuse her as to his intentions. But then, hell, he was confused about his intentions. “I need a retainer of $2,000, and you do realize, you may be paying the bills, but I’ll be working for Tyrese. I’ll inform you of anything that isn’t confidential, but most of it will be, especially if it stays in juvenile court.” “I don’t need reports.
