As a prosecutor, Brent started with good intentions. Hearing that guilty verdict fed his insatiable desire for revenge on his father and foster mother's killer(s). The cops hadn't caught the son-of-a-bitch, so Brent took judgment on killers; he hadn...
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"Hello?" I said about the phone call at 3 AM. "How can I help you?" People didn't call this early or this late depending on how you look at it. I got Mike off death row and I didn't have any new clients. So it had to be the public defenders' office asking for help.
"Yo, it's me!" Oldtimer said.
I threw the covers off my body. "You're in trouble?"
"They say I killed him—"
"Who?"
"The person who raped me as a child."
"Don't mention anything more. These phone calls are recorded," I said, throwing a T-shirt over my shoulders and shoving my feet into a pair of jogging pants and laced running shoes on my feet.
Peggy sits up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "What's going on?"
"I'll explain everything later," I said, kissing her forehead on the way out.
I passed stoplights and street signs, clenching the steering wheel, knowing the prosecutor would seek the death penalty against Oldtimer. I prayed under my tongue. Dizzy is running for judge and with election year this fall, he's sure to make a spectacle out of this case. Jason Franklin, a former state senator, molested Oldtimer during his stint in the foster care system. Even if Oldtimer killed his rapist, I don't blame him. But keeping him off death row won't be easy in this climate.
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