to come, the girl pushed open the sliding glass door and stepped through onto the back porch. “Daddy?” Will Innis set the legal pad aside and made room for Devlin to climb into his lap. His daughter was small for eleven, felt like the shell of a child in his arms. “What are you doing out here?” she asked, and in her scratchy voice he could hear the remnants of her last respiratory infection like gravel in her lungs. “Working up a close for my trial in the morning.” “Is your client the bad guy again?” Will smiled. “You and
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