Presumed Innocent
Chapter One
I should feel sorrier," Raymond Horgan says.
I wonder at first if he is talking about the eulogy he is going to
deliver. He has just looked over his notes again and is returning two
index cards to the breast pocket of his blue serge suit. But when I catch
his expression I recognize that his remark was personal. From the rear
seat of the county's Buick, he stares through the auto window toward the
traffic thickening as we approach the South End. His look has taken on a
meditative cast. As I watch him, it strikes me that this pose would have
been effective as The Picture for this year's campaign: Raymond's thick
features fixed in an aspect of solemnity, courage, and a trace of sorrow.
He shows something of the stoic air of this sometimes sad metropolis, like
the soiled bricks and tarpaper roofs of this part of town.
It is a commonplace among those working around Raymond to say he does not
look well. Twenty months ago he split with Ann, his wife of thirty years.
He has picked up weight and a perpetual grimness of expression which
suggests he has finally reached that time of life when he now believes ... read full excerpt from: Presumed Innocent ebook
