Bum Rap
“While waiting for the valet to deliver my car, I had called Victoria to meet me for our sit-down with Solomon. I left out all the details of my lunch date, wanting to tell the story only once.
Feeling cruddy. It’s my own damn fault they offered a dirty deal. Hell, I’d practically invited it when I taunted Scolino that day in my office.
“Feel free to give Pincher a preview of my closing argument. Maybe the two of you will come up with something that won’t cost you your job.”
I planned to keep the jailhouse meeting brief. I figured Solomon would turn down the deal, probably angrily, but I wasn’t going to push him one way or the other. If he didn’t take it, Victoria and I would pay a visit to Benny Cohen. International criminal and pal of Putin.
On the phone, Victoria had said she would take the Metrorail to the jail, so we could travel in one car to Benny’s place. Which would not have been a problem, except it started to rain.
Not rain, as in an afternoon shower.
Rain, as in summer in Miami.
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