It was more a lie of omission, but it couldn’t be helped. I needed to see Conner’s neighbor, Nova, and learn more about this Greg character. But first, I had to let Moody know what was happening and get Conner out of jail. That would require a good criminal defense attorney. Aaron was the best source for that. I dialed his mobile, but got his voicemail. I left a long, urgently worded message. It wasn’t five minutes before my cell rang back. “Aaron, thank God! You got my message about Conner?” I asked. “Yeah, geez, that sucks, man. I’m sorry. But I got some good news. I gotta guy in Seattle. Name’s Ezra Toller. A real crackerjack defense guy. I’m texting you his contact info right now, but I’ve already put a call in and forwarded your number to him. It shouldn’t be long. He’s good at responding to emergencies.” I sighed in relief, knowing Moody had gotten the ball rolling so quickly. “Thanks, Aaron.”
