Galatians 5:15
Monday 10th December: "What?"
"It makes perfect sense."
Trish stared at her lawyer in silence for the longest time, her mind turning like the tumblers of a slot machine searching for an elusive jackpot. Then it connected.
"You think it could be true?" said Trish with a slight trembling in her voice.
"It's not a question of what's true, Mrs Hartnett. It's possible and we need to explore possibilities."
Trish tried to disguise the growing sense of exhilaration she was feeling. It just was so possible. Not likely but possible. And if it were possible, however improbable, it meant that there was reasonable doubt as to her guilt.
"Think about it Mrs Hartnett. He has been with you through this. This seems to speak to me really loudly. He could, indeed would, have a copy of your signature. Could have borrowed your driver's license. Could steal your card and other personal items."
"But the woman they say was me who hired the vehicle."
Lawyer Fieldson pulled his glasses to the end of his nose, peered over them at Trish, raising his eyebrows in the process. "Easy," he said. "Hire any good call girl. Pay her a few thousand dollars. Don't tell her what this is about or who you are. Just school her in this, some girl that vaguely resembles you and has no scruples."
"You seriously think this could have happened?"
"No but it may have happened and I hate to use such a cliche but it's reasonable doubt that matters." His pale blue eyes narrowed and lawyer Fieldson almost purred. He took the glasses off his nose and prodded the air with them for emphasis. "Michael Hanlin is a Hummer freak. He's in on everything in this. Too good a chance to miss. The world has changed."
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