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He read the determination in her expression and knew when he was hitting his head against the wall. “So I can’t convince you to back off?”
“Not on a bet.”
“Okay. Then let me help you.”
“Why?” she asked suspiciously.
“So I can prove you’re wrong about him. That he didn’t do anything improper.”
“You’re on.” She nodded emphatically. “I’ve got a ton of files to go through. As an attorney, you should be into file minutiae.”
“Yeah,” he groaned. “I live for the opportunity to look for a needle in a haystack.”
“I’ll give you a stack to go through. The thing is, Nate,” she said sincerely, “if he acted dishonestly, he should pay the price.”
“Even if good came out of it? Wrong thing, right reason?”
“It’s still wrong.”
The pasta primavera settled like a stone in Nate’s stomach. Her words felt like an indictment of his own life. He represented felons. Not an especially noble profession. He wasn’t the man his grandmother had raised and she wouldn’t be proud of what he’d become. He wasn’t particularly proud of himself, either, and hadn’t been for a long time. It never mattered before, but it did now.
Because of Katie.
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