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“Wh—hey. Let go.” Another man steps out of a dark vehicle and opens the back passenger door.
“Watch your head,” Doug—or whatever his real name is, mutters as he slips me inside and settles next to me.
“I’m not supposed to lay a finger on you so please don’t try anything.”
29
Isip on my black coffee. I usually prefer a little cream, but the gas station milk was questionable—according to Noah. I took his word for it and just added extra sugar in mine.
We drove four hours yesterday for our appointment and didn’t even get a chance to meet Kyle. Apparently, there was a fight in the cafeteria and all inmates were sent back to their cells. Visiting hours cancelled.
We were told to come back at seven a.m. this morning—and I don’t know why but I’m on edge. I tried Pepper last night, but she didn’t answer. It was late when we got to the hotel and I’m sure the girls were asleep.
At least I hoped.
If I’m honest, I had a sick feeling the moment I drove in the opposite direction of where Pepper was going.
The minute we’re done here, I’m heading straight to her. Hopefully with some news.
The sterile room they put us in to wait for Kyle is divided by a thick pane of glass, separating two sides where visitors and inmates sit. Noah has his briefcase opened, adjusts his glasses, and pulls out the file he has on Kyle, reading it over once more.
“You sure about this?” I ask Noah, knowing this could be our only shot.
Noah doesn’t look at me when he answers. “You know all those times you mock me for being stiff, quiet and dull?”
I smirk. “Yeah.”
“Now’s a good time to imitate that behavior.”
My brows jump at the comment just as a guard escorts a middle-aged inmate to the other side of the glass. Kyle appears like a man who has seen better days, his weary eyes bearing regret and suspicion.
“Mr. Lowers, I'm Noah Reeves. This is my brother, Chase. We're here to discuss your case.
Kyle scoffs. “My case?”
Noah barely blinks at the gruffness of Kyle’s tone. “Yes. You see, I've been following your case closely, and we, my brother and I, believe there might be some discrepancies.”
“What kind of discrepancies? Who let you look at my file?”
“It’s public record, sir. Anyway, I understand your previous attorney withdrew representation, which is also public record and something of an interest for me.
Kyle scoffs again. “Oh yeah? Why’s that? You like a challenge?”
“You could say that. My kind of case is one that someone thinks can’t be won.”
Kyle doesn’t question it and listens. Which as Noah explained in the car ride over is the first sign of offering to hear you out.
“Before we proceed, I'd like to offer my legal services to represent you. If you agree and cooperate, we could possibly alleviate your sentence.”
Kyle chuckles. “I've been through my share of lawyers.”
Noah holds up the file. “I know. And I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t believe you stood a chance.”
Hell, I’m starting to buy into my brother’s crap.
Kyle takes a seat and my brother follows. That has to be a good thing, right?
“Why don’t you tell me why you’re really interested in the case?”
