““You okay?” Clovis asked. “Let’s get out of here.” I got in the car and slammed the door. Angie’s good friend—does she think I’m stupid? The play was over, and I really wanted to write the review. Instead, I took a deep breath and managed a smile. Actually, I’d gotten a lot more out of the meeting than I’d expected. For one thing, Lucy’s funeral request had freed up tomorrow morning. Helen would be disappointed, but I was relieved. I’d have felt like a hypocrite. Plus, I now knew that if Woody ...wanted to sit quietly in prison, I might be able to give his attorney something to keep him off death row. We’d be dancing with the devil, but Woody might have enough dirt on Russell or Lucy to allow some room for negotiating. The compromise Lucy proposed stunk, probably wasn’t legal, and had little chance of success, but it was the first glimmer of hope. Lucy was right to worry about opposition-research files falling into the wrong hands. They could do tremendous damage to Russell’s reputation, and Lucy’s too.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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