He stared out at downtown Denver and let the futility of the situation wash over him. Josh Warren was dead.The message was waiting for him when he came in this morning. An urgent call from Josh’s mother, Annie Warren. Somehow Thomas knew even before he placed the call that something was very wrong. Josh hadn’t been himself at the deposition. His skin had paled to a sickly shade of gray and he shook from the pain. At the time, Thomas thought his client’s appearance could actually be good for the case. Anyone in the room could see the damage the accident had caused him, because he wore it like a second set of skin, tight around his body without the possibility of ever taking it off.He’d told Josh the truth—they were close to a settlement. A month, maybe two. Three at the absolute most. The judge was tired of the defense’s attorneys, a trio of three overpaid suits who apparently made billing the insurance company something of a sport.There were requests for delays due to scheduling conflicts and corporate meetings and the attorneys’ inability to gather proper evidence.
