Jack Garrett slid into the vacant seat across from Gord Adamson, a former law school classmate and occasional courtroom adversary, at The Winking Judge, a small pub across the street from the courthouse. “I was surprised to get your call,” Gord admitted. “I thought you’d given up criminal law.” “So did I,” he agreed. “But every once in a while, there’s a client I can’t turn away.” “Because you believe in his innocence?” “Because I believe that he deserves a break.” The waitress came over, momentarily disrupting their conversation. Gord ordered a scotch, neat, and Jack asked for a bottle of the locally brewed Millhouse beer. “I reviewed the file, Jack. And I’m sorry, but I don’t see probation for Travis Hatcher.” “Come on, Gord. He’s just a kid.” “A kid who took a baseball bat to a Mercedes that is worth more than twice my annual salary,”
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