Raleigh only knew her as a customer at the garage. She had one of the last T-Bird model years, a light blue convertible she called Birdie. Whenever she picked it up, she always asked him what he’d done, musing that if she ever had time she was going to learn to service her own car. “Nothing personal,” she’d say. “It’s a control thing.” Imagining the classy lady in a skirt suit digging around in the engine seemed odd, but apparently she’d been pretty wild in her day. At least, from what Raleigh had heard. She’d graduated long before him and gone off to college, so he hadn’t really known her. “Your lawyer is here,” Cassidy said, unlocking the cell he’d gleefully placed Raleigh in after the humiliation of being photographed for his mug shot and fingerprinted…again. Even more gleefully, he dangled the cuffs. “Remember that she lost her last case, the guy who was convicted of murdering his wife with a baseball bat. So don’t go getting cocky and thinking a fine piece of ass is going to save yours.”
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