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Of course, when we dropped her off, we offered to stay with her and make breakfast.
“That’s kind of you, but I don’t think so,” she said. “He got what he wanted. I don’t think he’ll be back.”
“You’re sure?” I asked.
“Yes, I am. Thank you both for everything you’ve done. I need to get some sleep. I can cancel my appointments today, but I have a full day tomorrow.”
She looked at Ronnie knowing he’d understand. He said, “I’ve got a couple of open slots. I could help out if you need… and I promise not to steal your clients.”
“I’ll be fine, thank you.”
Ronnie pulled away and drove us home. We putzed around making breakfast—well, he made breakfast. I made coffee. Junior came down and had a bowl of cereal: Count Chocula, which couldn’t have been good for his health. That meant Ronnie and I couldn’t talk much about Candy. I think John had gotten home from his shift while we were with Candy at the pharmacy. I was going to have to do something nice for him. I appreciated what he’d done for Candy.
“I should drive you to your car,” Ronnie said, before leaving for work.
“That’s okay, I’ll pick it up later.”
“I have time.”
“I think I’m going back to bed,” I lied.
“Okay.”
As soon as he left, I snuck into John’s room, got the keys for The Lunchbox, and drove down to The Freedom Agenda. It was close to ten. Karen was on the phone but looked calmer. I slipped around the corner into Lydia’s office, shutting the door behind me.
“How is Candy?” she asked.
“Probably better than she should be. In a few days this is going to hit her. Hard.”
She nodded. She wore a powder blue suit with a red bow around her neck. She must have noticed me looking at it, because she said, “The DA is holding a press conference on the steps of City Hall—”
“I thought you were doing that in Corcoran?”
“The whole thing turned into a pissing contest. Now the DA and Edwin will be duking it out for credit.”
“You might want to tell Edwin to let the DA win.”
“That crossed my mind.”
“Are you going to tell Stu Whatley you can’t represent him?”
“I already have. I called him about an hour ago and made it clear that I only represent him for his wrongful conviction.”
“You didn’t mention the rape.”
“Of course not.”
“How did he take it?”
“Perfectly. He wasn’t suspicious at all. I made it seem like I was asking him for a donation when the time comes. Several times, I said that the only legal work we do is getting wrongly convicted prisoners out of prison. That all of our income is donations, and that we don’t do any other defense work that would provide more income.”
“He bought that?”
“Well, itistrue, Dom.”
“Okay.”
“He did make it clear we weren’t getting a donation from him.”
