"OBVIOUSLY I HAVE no intentions of revealing any communications with my client." Abeau Chaney, Mischa Barton's defense attorney, raised his chin defiantly.330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKlJ95Uj5Bd
LaForge remembered him from the trial. A good lawyer, he thought. Not some polished shyster but a sincere advocate. He had protested when DCRI agents stormed his law office in Paris this morning, but he hadn't been given a choice in the matter. He had arrived a the prison just before dusk, under a DCRI report.
"You are aware, Mr. Chaney, that client confidentiality will not protect you if you aided and abetted an escape."
"I did nothing of the kind," Abeau said. "Mischa never said anything to me about breaking out of prison."
"She never said anything about prison?"
Abeau said, "She never said anything about breaking out of prison."
LaForge blinked. The lawyer was making a careful distinction.
"She thought they were trying to kill her in here," LaForge said, then waited for a reaction.
Surprise registered in the lawyer's eyes, in the parting of his lips. Not you-must-be-kidding surprise but how-did-you-know surprise. But Abeau seemed to be calculating what he could reveal to LaForge, and thus far he'd come up with nothing.330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡujJ0v0w32h
Abeau raised a finger and then went to his briefcase. "This I can give you, because it's not confidential information," he said. "These are papers I just filed with the court yesterday."330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2V0bgxUJX3
Abeau handed LaForge a series of documents. LaForge wasn't a lawyer but he got the point quickly enough: Mischa Barton's lawyer was asking the court to subpoena a number of documents, some located within France and some abroad.330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv2LPOzxwou
LaForge read them over once, twice, three times. They included specific arguments showing how the production of these documents would assist Mischa Barton in proving that she did not murder the president of France and his bodyguard.330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyaAUdXUX8k
LaForge burst out of the door and found Chenault conferring with some other DCRI officials down the corridor in H wing. He motioned Chenault over.330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpIYhf9qgBw
"Who was the guy at the U.S. Embassy during the trial?" LaForge asked. "The pain in the ass who kept complaining that we were violating Mischa Barton's civil rights?"330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqOiL4bfmLy
"Oh, right, right." Chenault searched his memory. "Nick.....Nickel....."330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0s8AUCE1u7
"Nickerson," said LaForge. "Huey Nickerson."330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZv2PzWDjXX
"That's correct, sir."330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0XyM7SYiS2
"Find him," said LaForge. "Get him on the phone right away."330Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeWPvf4Jx2I
