“What are you doing?”Without glancing up from the file in my hands I said, “Research.”A chuckle followed, “You're just an attorney, you don't have to do so much. You've been stalking your client for almost two weeks now.”I frowned and glanced up to face an amused Lenoir, “It's called gathering information and facts.”“Uh uh”“Knowing my clients weaknesses, so whenever it's used in court against them I can easily counter it and win over the judge.”“What if there's no evidence to prove your client's innocence.”“If there isn't, you just have to make them up. Most of the court's evidence are always made up anyways.”Lenoir sighed and walked closer towards me, his eyes looking through the file in my hands. I was about to shoo him off when I caught a whiff of familiar strawberry shampoo. “Lenoir!” I said while fighting the urge to kick him. He always uses my product whenever he runs out of his and he almo

Amanda and I drove to Phoenix, both of us dressed in expensive black suit. The courtroom was packed when I entered and I wasn't quite astonished by the crowd.Alfredo, the youngest brother of the deceased Drake Alabaster, sat at the front bench, directly behind the prosecutor's table. He was with his support group and he looked astonished to see me when our eyes met. Obviously he didn't expect me at court today. He really thought he could scare me.. he choosed the wrong person to mess with and I intended to show him that.I glanced briefly at Juror number 4, Anna Swift. She seemed energetic and her body language showed she was interested in the case. My client looked troubled as I approached him, “I heard what happened last night and I'm truly sorry for—”“—We can talk about that later. I hope you remember everything you're supposed to say, like we practiced.”Jacob nodded, his eyes avoidin

It was evening when my car pulled over in front of TMA game center near Phoenix. It wasn't exactly packed so I went directly to the shooting category. I grabbed a random toy gun that was at the side and pointed towards the target.Without caring too much about the hitting the target, I pulled the trigger and it hit beneath the red target.I sighed and recalled the conversation between me and Lenoir this morning; He had asked, “After this, where will we live?” “We can buy a house.” I had told him nonchalantly but he got pissed. “I spent two years planning the perfect foundation and walls of the house, i even made sure there was several secret tunnels in the house for our safety but you—” “—I think its better we live in different houses, for now. I took a serial killer's case and i don't want you to feel uncomfortable.” I had told and he nodded,  his final words before leaving the hotel being,  “Yes, that's probably for the best.”