A Kiss Before You WakeA Kiss Before You Wake by TarmaHartley
It had been a long and very exhausting day when I finally managed to drag myself to my office, tossing my briefcase into the corner and collapsing into my chair.
This case was giving me fits since all the evidence that we had thus far leaned toward making my client look exceptionally guilty. It wasn't new; on the contrary, it happened in nearly every case I'd taken! But dealing with it was never any easier than the last time and I wondered what was going to happen when we went to court in the morning for the third and final day of trial.
She had been about as forthcoming as a clam, and just as tight lipped. It wasn't a good thing when you had to badger your own client to get her to tell you anything, even the smallest insignificant detail, pertaining to her case, not to mention having to worry about when the next piece of evidence would come to light that might make her look even more guilty.
I don't have a good feeling about this, I thought wearily, leaning