The Only Good Lawyer - Jeremiah Healy - Plot & Excerpts
"Not very . . . private, Nance." "I know." Okay. "When?" She said, "It would have to be at one o'clock." "Cricket's at one," I said, trying to keep my temper while taking her dictation. "See you then, John." Nancy hung up before I could say anything more. After a few moments of squeezing the receiver so hard my hand cramped, I did the opposite of what I wanted to and set the plastic instrument gently back in its cradle. The drive to Gant's former county almost let me push Nancy out of my mind. The purple flower that blooms in late summer still covered the marshland bordering the Charles River, contrasting with the red, gold, and orange leaves of October. After some suburban twists and turns, I found the building with the district attorney's office and parked in the rear. At the reception counter upstairs, a male security guard in a blue blazer sat next to a female in a polka-dot dress, an elaborate console of buttons and lights in front of her. The guard was already sizing up whoever had come in behind me when the woman said, "Can I help you, sir?" "Hope so.
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