this morning #1501.
this morning, i’d proactively placed a call to the station. asked to speak with whomever was handling the investigation into the fire at my client’s home. they put me on hold. two friggin’ minutes. i timed that shit. as i sat there waiting for some schmuck to pick up, a text came in on my cell. a thumbs up emoji. my client’s arrived at his hideaway. thank god. he did what he was told for once. didn’t let his wife sway him again. i’d advised him to keep her in the dark for now. i’ve never believed that we can trust her to keep her mouth shut. these cops are going to start poking around soon enough. once the fire investigator says “arson”, they’ll be looking for motive. if they hope to find one, they’ll have to go through me.