I was being tried for vehicular manslaughter, and the DA asked me if I knew the names of the victims. I said, ‘Well, my policeman colleagues call them wetbacks and cholos.’ ” Parker touched her hair. “Don’t do that. Don’t derail yourself when things start going your way.” Joan kissed his hand and placed it back on his knee. A searchlight beam crossed the moon. Joan saw little craters. She left City Hall and drove back to the klubhaus. She redusted and rephotographed all day. She hadn’t seen the Santa Barbara file. Ashida was there all day. He hadn’t seen it, either. Parker tapped her shoulder.
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