Chapter 153: PEOPLE IN GLASS HOUSES: FLYNN
"You don't have to be there on, Friday, Flynn. I can call you later. It isn't a requirement for the victim to face their abuser."
"That's where you're wrong, Clay. I do have to be there. I want to look that fucker, Bernie Laker, in the eye when he's stripped of the money he earned off my back."
"That's more like it, Flynn. That's the guy I know and love."
"Hey, hey, that's my man you're hitting on," Valerie teased Clay before she gave me a wink.
I walked her to the door and made eye contact with Clay as he walked alongside us, "Glad I was determined to have my own lawyer from the start. I must have known I was going to need you," I said as we shook hands.
"Yeah, not as dumb as you thought you were, Flynn, how is that sitting with you?"