She was just beginning to feel sorry for him when Mrs. Penny strutted through the swinging door with a young man in an ill-fitting suit and a dinosaur tie. On closer inspection, he wasn’t just young. He was a teenager. Nick brought up the rear, looking smug. “I don’t get paid nearly enough for this,” Weber muttered into his coffee. “Meet my attorney, Billy,” Mrs. Penny said. “Billy, meet the five-oh trying to trample my civil rights.” “Detective Weber, is it?” Billy asked, holding out a hand that was nearly covered by the sleeve of his suit jacket. “Is this some kind of joke?” Weber asked.
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