Hell's Angel: Devil's Backbone (BK 2)

Oh Look, a Rocket Launcher

Alison's POV
(bellamysgirl)

I sighed, pacing beside Foggy and Karen. This was so boring having to wait for whoever the DA was sending. Foggy suddenly hissed, "Great, it's not an assistant, it's the actual DA." I instantly stopped pacing and turned. Karen stood. "That's Reyes?" she asked, timidly.

A semi-dark skinned woman was walking toward us, looking like she was on a mission, with a darker skinned man wearing glasses trailing right behind her. "In all her defense-attorney-destroying glory," Foggy nodded nervously. He quickly turned to me. "How do I look?"

"You really want me answering that?" I asked, blandly.

"Right," he nodded and turned to Karen, adjusting his tie. "How do I look?"

"Uh...semi professional," she answered. She quickly put a hand on his shoulder at his mortified expression. "No, Foggy, I'm kidding." He sighed in relief just as Reyes arrived a foot from us. She pointed a finger in our general direction and looked to the dark skinned man in glasses beside her. "Are they the ones that brought in Grote?" she asked him.

"Franklin Nelson, of Nelson and Murdock," Foggy held out his hand to her. She looked down at his hand and back up at him plainly, not moving to shake it. Foggy awkwardly moved on, gesturing to me and Karen. "These are my associates Karen Page and Alison Fletcher."

She twisted and looked at the men behind her. "Officers, I want you to prepare Mr. Grote for transport." The men nodded and ambled away, and she turned back toward us. Foggy raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me, but, transport where, exactly?" he asked.

"Once he's in our custody, I want you to personally handle the arrangements," she said, ignoring Foggy and talking straight to her assistant with the glasses.

"Just to put it out there," Foggy interrupted, holding up his hands. "Our client's already given us a list of his conditions."

DA Reyes smiled closed mouthed. "Mr. Nelson, have you ever negotiated a Witness Protection Agreement?" she asked, patronizingly.

"Well...speaking for my firm, I can attest that we're all very fast learners," Foggy returned the patronizing tone. She gave him a look and then glanced at her assistant. They shared a moment's look and then the assistant turned to us. He inhaled. "The District Attorney appreciates your efforts but our office will be handling the case from here," he explained.

"I'm sorry but I don't think so," I shook my head, piping up. "Grotto is Nelson and Murdock's client, not yours."

"And it would be in Mr. Grote's best interest for you to recuse yourselves so he can bring in a legal team with more expertise," the assistant replied.

"You mean someone you can push around," Karen commented, under her breath.

I scoffed. "We had enough experience to handle Wilson Fisk."

Reyes settled her eyes on Foggy. "I'll say this once. If, God willing, your firm doesn't collapse under the weight of the chickens and the fruit baskets you've been collecting from your indigent clientele, there will come a time when you need to ask a favor of the District Attorney's office. And depending on how this situation resolves, that favor will either be forthcoming or permanently withheld. Am I making myself clear?"

"Of course," Foggy nodded once, hopeless looking.

Reyes nodded triumphantly. "Now...if we're through." She started past us, her lap dog not far behind her, her heel clicking the whole way. I looked at Foggy pleadingly. This cannot go to the DA. Not only for the law firm but for Frank. I can't believe I'm siding with a murderer.