He kind of looked like his name. Copperish brown hair. Thick and without a hint of thinning. Always perfectly combed, dry, to the side. A warm, bushy mustache. The husky, Selleck thickness men envy. His face was solid, wide, with few but well-placed angles. Mason West was the county's district attorney. That was a relatively prominent job in a county of over half a million people. Mason knew he wanted to be a lawyer when other options ran out. He toyed with writing but never seriously enough. A short stint in construction was enough to make him study harder in school. Working for a nonprofit—or for free—never appealed to his ambitions. So he went to law school after taking a year to travel around the States. People asked him why he didn't go somewhere more exotic, and he never had a good answer. He coasted through law school, pushing the right buttons at approximately the right time to get through. It wasn't until a trial advocacy class that he awoke from the stupor. CN: 4076 “Trial Advocacy: Becoming a DA or a PD.”
