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430 pages, Paperback
First published May 24, 2016
It's been a long night, Joey, and already I've heard enough speeches and monologues, enough solipsistic self-satisfied confessions, including my own...
“Mr. Breest is my client.”
“Your client? Has your client ever done anything other than destroy whatever it was he touched? Wouldn’t the world now be a better place if your Caleb Breest was on death row waiting the hangman and my son was still alive? Couldn’t we all then rejoice? Isn’t that the end you should have been working for, Mr. Scrbacek?”
“Mrs. Brummel, the Constitution provides…”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare,” she said. “He came to you searching for a future, and you dragged him down to the level of that monster, to the level of filth, to your level. Wasn’t it inevitable that at the end of it, your Caleb Breest would be as free as a gull, and my boy, my sweet innocent boy, would be the one burned so badly they won’t even let me see his face a final time, won’t let me wash his flesh with my tears? And you, you shifty bastard, you try to quote to me the Constitution.”