I closed the phone before he could say anything else and told my driver to
drop me off at the employee entrance to the courthouse. The line at the metal
detector would be shorter and quicker there and the security men usually
didn't mind the lawyersthe regularssneaking through so they could make
court on time.
As I thought about Louis Ross Roulet and the case and the possible riches and
dangers that waited for me, I put the window back down so I could enjoy the
morning's last minute of clean, fresh air. It still carried the taste of
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