Let Me Call You Sweetheart

13

For the second night in a row, Bob Kinellen dined with his client Jimmy Weeks. It had not been a good day in court. Jury selection still dragged along. They had used eight of their peremptory challenges. But careful as they were being in choosing this jury, it was obvious that the federal prosecutor had a strong case. It was almost certain that Haskell was going to cop a plea.

Both men were somber over dinner.

“Even if Haskell does plead, I think I can destroy him on the stand,” Kinellen assured Jimmy.

“You think you can destroy him. That’s not good enough.”

“We’ll see how it goes.”

Weeks smiled mirthlessly. “I’m beginning to worry about you, Bob. It’s about time you got yourself a backup plan.”

Bob Kinellen decided to let the remark pass. He opened the menu.

“I’m meeting Alice at Arnott’s later. Were you planning to go?”

“Hell, no. I don’t need any more of his introductions. You should know that. They’ve done me enough harm already.”