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Lewis chuckled at my sally “Ah! We shall see about that,” he said “I’ve been checking on your record in ton, DC And yours too, Mr Curtis We shall certainly see”

Chapter 95

OVER THE NEXT DAYS we transfor quarters into the White Raiders War Room, as LJ soon nicknamed our paper-strewn maelstrom of an office

Conrad, the Cosgrove brother who had survived the assault at Abraha to collect every newspaper and pa trial We hauled an old chalkboard up from LJ’s basement and made two lists of possibilities: “Impossible” and “Possible”

A questions:

What if Maxwell Hayes Lewis leads with a request for dismissal?

Bang, the gavel falls! The case is over!

What if Abraha the trial?

Bang! The case is over!

What if Lewis tampers with the jury? It wouldn’t be too difficult in this town

What if…?

We made our lists, erased them, improved and reworked them, and studied them as if they were the received word of God

After spending a few days working beside him, I decided that Jonah Curtis was not only a sence to spare, te cynicis the other side of the coin toss we call Justice He was the son of a sharecropper who spent most of his life as a slave, on a cotton plantation near Clarksdale, in the Mississippi Delta When Jonah got his law degree and passed the bar exaold pocket watch for which he’d been saving since before Jonah was born

It was a beautiful tiether from old scraps of iron, didn’t match its quality Jonah told me that his father had made it himself, from a piece of the very chain that had shackled him to the auction block the last time he was offered for sale

Soal theories, at least as far as LJ was concerned