Finnegan
"The conspiracy charges will stick," Atticus said, sliding the document across the conference table to me. I picked up the document, scanning each letter while he continued.
"Gayle's the harder case to build, given that he wasn't physically present, but the plate evidence combined with Miss Kellerman's testimony gives us enough to…"
Abigail crossed her legs under the table and Atticus' voice faded in the distance. Her skirt had hiked up her thighs, her skin teasing me, taunting me, reminding me of last night that I had run my tongue over her, tasting her.
My body warmed up with pleasure.
God, to taste her again would be divine.
"...It gives us enough to establish a pattern of conduct and Alicia Duke has apparently breached Wolfe's code of conduct and her contract," Atticus continued in his monotone voice.
