"OBVIOUSLY I HAVE no intentions of revealing any communications with my client." Abeau Chaney, Mischa Barton's defense attorney, raised his chin defiantly.337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqojzKAGjeI
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.337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzVdHne89Dx
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."337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6xw1K8fbG9
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.337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJxIlYNkDXG
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.337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTQXK6PPC8a
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.337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLrGfKcpDmn
"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?"337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ60IsLFlCH6
"Oh, right, right." Chenault searched his memory. "Nick.....Nickel....."337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoKCBnb7Dvq
"Nickerson," said LaForge. "Huey Nickerson."337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEutaWLC6Cf
"That's correct, sir."337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdO8ak73kUp
"Find him," said LaForge. "Get him on the phone right away."337Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQPgtT8WtkA
