Page 8 of Impending Consent

“Details are a very big deal in a criminal case. Keep that in mind moving forward.”

“I will.” He huffed in annoyance. “What’s next?”

“I have all the information I need for now. I’ll prep you for court, you do everything I say, and we win this case.”

“You’re gonna win?” he questioned, seemingly unsure.

“Did you pay me to lose?”

“No.”

Good because I do not lose.

“Then I’m going to win. Go home, stay out of trouble, and I’ll contact you in a few days. I’m going to do more digging to see if I can find anything else that will help our case.”

“But you’re sure I can beat this?”

“As long as you don’t lie to me, yes.”

He nodded and unfolded his long lanky body from the chair in front of my desk. I stood as well to walk him out.

“Thanks, Ms. Addison.”

“You’re welcome.” I motioned to the door. We left my office and navigated to the entrance that allowed access to the lobby of our firm. After Frederick was gone, TJ walked out of his office with a leather satchel in one hand and a sports coat draped over his forearm. He frowned briefly at the door then his eyes darted back to me.

“It’s late, Sail, you had a client?”

I smiled, sensing his protective nature kicking in. TJ had settled into a good space over the past couple years. He was a husband, and although he and Indi didn’t have children yet, he was very much invested in being the most amazing uncle he could to our sister’s daughter. He and I were also close now. It felt like old times, when it used to be TJ and me against the world but Skylar was just as much a part of that world now. The two of them shared a bond I would never be privy to, but TJ and I had our relationship back that was more solid than what was between us years ago.

“Last minute meeting.”

“Nothing was on your schedule.”

I smirked. “You looked?”

“I always check on both you and Sky so you’re never here alone late with clients.”

I grinned, staring until he groaned. “What?”

“You don’t have to worry about us, not like that, Teej.”

“No, I don’t have to but I do. Who was the client?”

“Fredrick Williams.”

“Arson case?”

“Yep, he was getting antsy so he stopped by.” I turned and headed back to my office, deciding it was time for me to head home as well. It was just after eight and I was only here to ensure I allowed myself enough time to avoid the thing, or rather person, that had plagued me all day.

My husband.

“Everything okay with the case?” TJ asked from the doorway while I leaned over my desk to shut my computer down.

“Yep, everything’s great. He’s just impatient. There’s no rushing the judicial system but you already know that.”

He nodded. “I do.”

“Our court date is in six weeks. Until then, I’ll do some investigating and prep him to take the stand so he doesn’t fuck this up.”

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