“I wanted to make a deal.” “If it’s a plea deal, you’re talking to the wrong guy.” “It’s not a plea deal,” she snaps, but she looks brittle and maybe even scared. “If it’s a sex deal I’m not interested in that either.” “You made that clear, thank you.” “Well, sorry. Now I’m just being an asshole because I feel like hell. Come on, Ms. Denton. What’ve you got?”
