It was clear they did not care about him or his trials. They did not deserve his calls.
Greg stayed in the water until he was ready to leave.
Without wasting any more time, he exited the shower, locked his bedroom door and went to bed, naked.
***
"What do you mean you let him go?" Sinclair asked in anger as the prosecutor told him the news that afternoon on the phone.
"I had to," the old man said. "If I had left him for another minute, I would have the governor on my ass. And I didn't want that."
"Do you let him go? What about the evidence I gave you."
"That evidence was trash. Whoever gave that to you clearly does not want you to win. That photoshop was really terrible. A five year old can do better than that."
Sinclair sighed over the phone.
"Come to the paradise hotel. Room thirty four. Let's meet up there and discuss this further."