Callie had reserved judgment until meeting him, had even waited to question his handling of David’s injuries, not wanting to start out on the wrong foot. She wasn’t impressed. Oh, he was pleasant enough and meant well, she thought as she sat in the chair he’d hastily cleared of a toppling stack of files. Not that any of this was her business, according to David. If she had any sense, she’d listen to him. He’d killed a man, after all. Clearly he still seethed beneath his skin. Usually, she wouldn’t have given a second thought to putting someone with David’s history back in prison, knowing society was safer with him locked up. But there was that angel. “Who is your investigator?” she asked. “I don’t have one. Yet,” he hastily added. “But you will? Who do you normally use?” She listened as he fumbled over a list of names, but she wasn’t buying. “Have you filed any motions yet?” “Ms. Hunter, I just got the case.” “But motions for discovery are standard.
