Page 128 of Precise Justice

“I’m fine, Bob, thanks.”

“All right you guys, pick him up and get out of here,” Bob’s partner said.

When they were gone, Bob looked at Maddy and said, “Another day in the life of Maddy Rivers.”

Maddy knocked twice on Marc’s door and went in. He was on the phone.

“Sure, we’ll cover your expenses, no problem,” Marc said. He covered the mouth of the phone to say hi to Maddy.

“We’ll even pay you a per diem for your time,” he said.

“That won’t be necessary,” Camille Bethany replied. “I think it will help my credibility when the prosecution tries to make me look like a hired gun.”

“That’s true. When’s a good time for me to come to Chicago to go over this with you?”

“Any time, really. I’m not taking a vacation until this summer. Got a white water rafting and camping trip planned,” Camille said.

“Sounds like fun, for crazy people,” Marc said.

“It helps, yeah.”

“Is Tony with you?”

“Yes, here he is.”

“Yeah?” Carvelli asked.

“When are you coming back?”

“I’ll be back at five-fifteen.”

“You need a ride?”

“Nope, I left the Caddy in the long-term parking. Hey, I’ll be back in time to have dinner at your place with your little woman.”

“I’ll tell her you called her that. Call when you get in. Hey, maybe you could come for supper,” Marc said.

“Good idea, thanks.”

“Guess who Tony talked to?”

“Paxton. She called me. She wants me to help patch things up between them,” Maddy answered.

“And you had enough sense to say no, right?” Marc asked.

“Well, um, not, well, entirely. It’s a girl thing. We help each other. Don’t men?”

“We, yeah. In our way. We stay out of it. That way we’re not to blame for anything.

“You know, our trial strategy is starting to take shape.”

“Come in,” Maddy said answering a knock on Marc’s door.

Jennifer Moore, formerly a trial lawyer with the Hennepin County Attorney’s Office, came in. Jennifer left that rock solid employment for the risk of private practice.

“Hey, Jenny. Come in,” Maddy said.

“I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

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