Directly behind the public defender, Angie Salinas, the audience was clothed in faded leather jackets, scuffed and ripped blue jeans, chains, and tattoos, as members of the Devil Dogs Motorcycle Club sat in support of Angie’s client, Rich Parker. Angie supposed they were grinning and horsing around since Judge Murphy had admonished them to be quiet more than once already. The prospect of jail time wasn’t too big a deal to these people. She’d represented some of them before against a variety of charges—everything from drug possession to assault. The weird thing was that she didn’t feel at all intimidated by them; but, the scowling faces on the other side of the courtroom were a different matter. Supportive grins on grizzled faces lined one half of the courtroom, but the other half looked like a Lands’ End catalogue. Pastel colors couldn’t hide the hateful looks on those people’s faces, as they glared at Angie and Rich, who’d traded in his motorcycle club jacket for a loose tie and a wrinkled button-up shirt.
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