In Plain Sight
"Any questions?" chief prosecutor Janet McNeil asked the insolent young man slouched across from her. His cuffed hands shifted behind him at the scarred table in the private conference room.
"You said you were going to offer us a plea."
Jan shook her head at Gordon Michaels, a well-known Flagstaff defense attorney, and returned her attention to the defendant, Jacob Hall. He'd been arraigned the week before, with a trial date set for the middle of December—the maximum amount of time allowed by the law that ensured Hall the right to a speedy trial.
"No plea. I changed my mind." Staring down the defendant, she answered his attorney. I've got you, buddy, for at least ninety days. That gives me time to find sufficient proof in the new evidence to lock you away forever.
The green snake etched into Hall's arm flicked its black tongue in the directi ... read full excerpt from In Plain Sight ebook
