Ethan drooped his head and placed his clasped hands on the minor table in guise of him. It appeared like he'd been waiting an eternity for his attorney to show up.
Had she decided not to represent him and had to find somebody else? If so, could he blame her?
At ultimate the door opened, and Eve walked in. She wore her professional gray suit, tortoise-shell glasses, and her pretty accentuated hair was compiled in a bun. Their gapes met briefly, but she promptly veered it to the papers in her hands as she crouched down.
"Mr. Wolfensen, we're gawking at a high-profile grand-jury lawsuit. More seasoned attorneys may offer to represent you. Are you sure you need a public defender?"
"I need you to represent me. I need somebody I can trust."
"Then I'll wish to ask you a few questions."
"Of course." Do we have to be so legal?
She scrambled the sheets, as if attempting to organize them.
