From Unholy Alliance:
On this day Grady’s clean-shaven face meant he’d head to court soon, and she left him to his thinking. If he had stubble, as he
sometimes did during prison consultations, it’d match his reddish-brown hair,
parted and combed back. Between them, his Brooks Brothers suit jacket had been folded
lengthwise, then horizontally. As a public defender, he made an immaculate
appearance without spending a lot of money. He defended those who couldn’t
defend themselves. He obtained grants and federal funding with his spotless
reputation.
Reputation? Growing up, Tori defended her mob family.
One day at boarding school, a kid taunted her, saying his parents thought her
father was a mobster. Tori beat the crap out of the kid. Afterward she’d looked
up the word, and truth unraveled. Many things came into focus. Charm,
ruthlessness, and a win-at-all-costs mentality defined mobsters. Psychopathy
was more like a wide rainbow than black and white. She didn’t think her first
cousin, Vivienne, was high on the scale. Nausea swirled in her stomach whenever
she thought of Vivienne.
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