George shrugged. “Do you want to put a stop to this madness or not? Deals are how we get things done and you know that. Besides, unless we can pin Helen Peters’ death on him, it’s highly unlikely he would go away for life with the charges currently against him. He’s only being charged with assault on Henry Alvarado and possibly with stalking Isabelle. You haven’t given the FBI enough for federal charges yet.”
Garrett growled. “You really know how to piss in my cheerios don’t you, George? Fine, we’ll give the FBI what we have. But now that I know Maddox is involved, I want to fucking nail his ass too.”
Jax stood. “I need to get back on this if we’re going to get anywhere before you lose it. My advice would be to get back to work and focus on your company. If Isabelle is meant to be in your life she’ll come around.”
Garrett wasn’t so sure. There had been so much hurt in her eyes when she’d taken his bracelet off. Despite the fact that it was yet again a royal misunderstanding, it was the second time they’d had such a misunderstanding and he wasn’t sure she would give him a third shot.
When Jax was gone, Garrett turned to his lawyer. “What time is my call with the judge?”
“Three. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something as your attorney and your friend.”
A pleasant discussion never followed that phrase, but Garrett didn’t know how much worse it could get, so he nodded for George to continue.
“I’m no PR specialist, but maybe now is a good time to get out of Solitaire.”