It wasn’t. “It’s Jake,” said the voice. “Who?” “Tobin? Remember? Your partner?” “Oh, yeah. The ponytail.” He laughed. “I hear you need me.” “Why? I got my own ponytail.” “You’re walking into a preliminary hearing, aren’t you?” Christ. The furthest thing from my mind. I patted my face with a corner of my towel. “I guess.” “Criminal homicide ring a bell?” “Sounds familiar.” “Murder of the first degree? Intentionally causing the death of another human being? And a total fox at that?” “Like that makes a difference?” “Not to you maybe. The newspapers are calling you a superlawyer. An experienced criminal advocate. They know something I don’t?”