MISCHA'S LAWYER, ABEAU CHANEY, sat back in his chair and squinted at her in concentration. 311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPI74exCov9
"Are you serious?" he asked.
She had exceeded the number of visitations she was customarily allowed, having received a visit from Donatello yesterday, but the prison made special exceptions for one's attorney, especially when a court proceeding was scheduled in the near future. She had summoned Abeau down there on short notice. Bless his heart, he'd dropped everything and taken the train down to JRF that very afternoon.
"You can do that, right?" Mischa asked. "They're like, subpoenas?"
"They are---yes. They are called commissions rogatoires. But----are you sure?"
"I'm positive."
"This---will be difficult," he said, sighing. "The prosecutor will object. I cannot say with---certainty that the juge d'instruction will grant this request."
She nodded. "But we'll never know unless we have a go at it, right? I mean, if the investigating judge say no way, then he says no way. We're no worse for trying."311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXwfokJV4u9
"No worse for trying?" Abeau shook his head. "Mischa, this could get you killed in here."311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwn54rUcLeM
"I'm willing to take that chance."311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKsaKV8sxDw
Abeau thought for a moment. Really, what did he and his client have to lose? He ultimately came to the same conclusion.311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0CBxrYG5xO
"Very well." He slapped his hands down on the desk. "I'll file the necessary papers."311Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoUHGRRF3UC
