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"They're feeling guilty and hope to use those words to drive a wedge between us, hoping I'll feel you might bring unnecessary trouble to the case. Don't worry, Jim, we won't fall for it; those investigations have nothing to do with this case."
Mitch Kapor's eyes were fixed on the chessboard in front of him, pondering how to defeat another version of himself while talking to comfort Jim Manzi, who sat beside him holding a cup of coffee, his complexion somewhat ugly.
Jim Manzi drank his coffee, not bothering to consider whether the other party had really gone to those country folk in Montana to learn about him. Even if they brought those farmers to his face, he didn't care. When playing a grifter, the most important thing is, the other side can curse you all they like, but they'll never leave themselves with a weapon that can take you down.
Even standing in court, all they could do was spout irrelevant filth—they couldn't come up with any damn evidence, of that he was certain.
