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I walk through the metal detectors and sign in at the processing office. Then I head straight for the room where Lucas is being held.

“There’s my lawyer.” He smiles at me from behind the glass. “Something crazy must have happened for you to send a silly intern for me.”

“Nate is a senior lawyer at my firm, Mr. Hunter,” I say. “He’s more than capable of helping you.”

“I’m sure he is, but I only want people to see you helping me. Your name is on the doors, remember?”

“Sure.”

“You’ve been looking a little under the weather these past few weeks.” He tilts his head to the side. “Is everything alright?”

“You tell me.” I cross my arms. “You’re the one being charged with attempted murder.”

“Don’t forget the racketeering and the wire fraud.”

“I’m sure the judge won’t,” I say. “Anything you want to tell me?”

“I didn’t do it.” He shrugs. “You need to prove that so I can get back to my life.”

“Lucas Hunter?” A guard calls at the door. “You need to follow me into court now. Your lawyer will use the other entrance.”

“Yes, sir.” Lucas winks at me. “See you on the other side.”

I make my way to the courtroom, deciding which of my arguments will get him out fastest.

“Good to see you again, counselor.” My favorite prosecutor, Julia, smiles at me. “I was beginning to wonder why I hadn’t sparred with you in a while.”

“I was thinking the same,” I say. “I almost forgot you existed.”

“That’d be a really sad world, wouldn’t it?”

“You don’t want me to answer that question.” I hold the door open for her and make my way to the lectern.

“Case 789675,” the court clerk reads as soon as I take out my folder. “The State of New York versus Lucas Hunter.”

“Okay.” Judge Ashton clicks his pen. “Multiple counts of racketeering, wire fraud, and—” He stops reading and looks at me. “Let’s cut straight to the chase, Mr. Tate. Why should I grant your client bail?”

“Your Honor, my client is a loving father who has deep ties to this community.”

“Yeah, mob ties.” Julia coughs.

“Let Mr. Tate finish.” He taps his gavel. “This isn’t a trial.”

“Thank you, Your Honor.” I slip into character with ease. “Like I was saying, my client keeps a rooftop garden full of prized rose bushes that he would never risk leaving. They depend on his touch and care to survive.”

“Also—” I clear my throat. “He hasn’t traveled anywhere for the past thirteen months, which clearly shows he’s not a flight risk to the great state of New York or this amazing country.”

“He’s determined to fight these charges, restore his name, and make sure that justice is served at the highest level.”

“Save your Oscar-worthy performance for your trial, Mr. Tate.” Judge Ashton rolls his eyes. “Bail is set at five hundred thousand dollars and the defendant will surrender his passport to the court.”

“Sold.” I shoot him a look of appreciation. “Thank you, Your Honor.”

“You’re welcome.” He bangs his gavel. “Court is in recess until this evening.”

Turning around, I look at Lucas.

“You’re welcome,” I say to him.