A Much of a Which of a WindChapter 17
Susan told me she could give me the prosecutor's name, at least the one she'd dealt with. I told her no, don't bother. I wasn't even sure why I'd made such an issue of it with Brodine, other than to try to shake up his maddening bureaucratic complacency a little. I had no clout at all with the guy, whoever he was, he didn't know me from Adam's off ox and cared about me even less, if possible. There was no reason on God's green Earth he'd even give me the time of day, much less listen...