“I want Arthur to look it over first.”

“Arthur Miller is a public defender running out of a strip mall,” Patrick said, straightening his collar.

“He’ll stretch this out for six months just to collect his low-income fees.”

At one o’clock, tires crunched over the gravel driveway outside.

Chloe Vance came up the front porch steps carrying a thick leather accordion folder, smoothing her designer skirt as she got to the door.

Patrick met her in the entryway, took a black leather binder out of her hands and pointed toward the driveway.