Bare minimum, the district attorney I worked under for two years should have lost his job for the way he spoke to me. But he was good—crafty. His words were always just veiled enough to seem innocent. The man was completely spineless, and I knew it, so I never felt threatened, but it was still more than I should have had to deal with. Finally, I snapped. I made the phone call. Filed the complaint. Made all the reports I needed to make. Then I accepted the job to work with the Appies and waited for Jason P. Roscoe to get his comeuppance. What he got was a slap on the hand. A stern talking to
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