Tell Me My Options

Gray waited two hours for the lawyer to show up but, considering it had been a last-minute thing, he was grateful it wasn't longer. The police officers moved him to a private, unrecorded room where he and the lawyer could discuss his options.

Neal Ashley was a polished-looking man in his forties with slicked back hair. The first thing he did when they were alone was ask if Gray killed her or not.

Was that really the sort of thing a lawyer should be asking? Gray didn't know; he had only dealt with corporate lawyers before. He stared blankly and the lawyer smiled.

"Mr. Meyer, I don't care what you did. We have attorney-client privilege so I can't tell anybody anything you say without your explicit permission. I only ask because the answer will help me know how best to assist you."