Saturday, September 29
"Someone's here to see you." The guard unlocked the cell door and escorted Nick to the visitor area.
Is my sexy lawyer back to see me? He'd been having trouble thinking about anything else since they'd met. The surprisingly beautiful Constance Westerley. Probably some distant relation to the notorious Burton Westerley. Still, it was a good thing Nick's father wasn't around anymore, because he would never allow the words "beautiful" and "Westerley" to be used in the same sentence.
In any case, it couldn't be Constance. She wouldn't come by on the weekend. At least he thought it was the weekend. The days of the week were starting to blur.
Instead, his brother, Don, sat on the other side of the Plexiglas divider. They picked up phones to talk. "Hi, Nick. I'm sorry I was out of town. I came here as soon as I could. How are you doing?"
"Bad. I'm being quietly eliminated."
"There's nothing quiet about this. You're on the news every night. We even heard about it on the cruise ship."
Nick groaned. "Do I want to know what they're saying?"
"It's a huge story. Late night talk show hosts are making jokes about you. They call you the 'pervy principal.'"
Nick curled his lips. "Fuck that! I didn't do it. I was framed, Don."
"So that's it! I know you didn't do this. What's going on?"
Nick blew out an amused breath. "It's actually your fault. Remember how you told me to refuse that wart vaccine? Well I did it. Last week, two reps from the drug company threatened me. Gave me until the weekend to resume the inoculation clinics. But I didn't. I think they framed me in retaliation."
"Shit, Nick. I'm sorry I said anything."
"It's not your fault. I'm the one who decided to stand up to them. I always do that stuff, don't I?" He shook his head and muttered, "Should have known better."
"Listen, Nick. They told me you're using a public defender. We can afford a real lawyer. I've got a friend who claims to know a good one."
I've got a great one. He didn't really know if she was good at her job, but she was certainly good for his spirits. He smiled. "I called that guy who settled Mom and Dad's estate. He told me that my case was too well known to be handled easily. It could cost me hundreds of thousands of dollars. I can't afford that, even if you help. So I took a public defender. I don't know what I think of her yet."
"Why? Does she think you're guilty?"
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