Bad Business
Chapter One
Do you do divorce work?" the woman said.
"I do," I said.
"Are you any good?"
"I am," I said.
"I don't want likelihood," she said. "Or guesswork. I need evidence that will
stand up in court."
"That's not up to me," I said. "That's up to the evidence."
She sat quietly in my client chair and thought about that.
"You're telling me you won't manufacture it," she said.
"Yes," I said.
"You won't have to," she said. "The sonovabitch can't keep his dick in his pants for a full day."
"Must make dining out a little awkward," I said.
She ignored me. I was used to it. Mostly I amused myself.
"I always have trouble convincing people that any man would cheat on a woman
like me. I mean, look at me."
"Unbelievable," I said.
"My attorneys tell me you ar ... read full excerpt from Bad Business ebook
