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bellowing lies. She would never have cheated on his father, would she? Mathers had implied that it had been going on for years. David must have been born from that perverted union. He needed answers—and the sooner, the better.
                  As he and Marshall emerged into the sunlight, a shout from their right caught David's attention. He glanced over to see a petite woman. She was no more than five-foot-two or so with warm brown eyes and dark hair, and she was waving to them. She wore an amazing, green-fitted suit that highlighted her curvaceous figure. Her smile was surprising, considering she was searching for two men fresh out of a police station.
    “Leah, hey,” said Marshall.
                  David glanced at his friend and back to the woman again. The name Marshall had called sounded familiar, though he would swear on his life he'd never seen the newcomer before. “David,” Marshall said, as he paused at the edge of the sidewalk to let the woman catch up with them. “This is my sister, Leah. She's one of the best defense attorneys in the business.”                           
                  Ah. Over the years, Marshall had mentioned his younger sister a few times, but David had never actually met her. Despite the fact that he'd just come out of an extremely confusing pseudo-relationship with a woman bound to hate him, he couldn't help but notice that she was quite cute—and that she looked nothing like her brother. “She's going to be helping us out.”
                  Oh, no.
                  Immediately, David shook his head. Lawyers cost money. Good lawyers were expensive. Marshall had been footing the bill his entire life, and perhaps he'd done it because he respected him, but this was far too much. “I can't.” He looked from brother to sister, his gray gaze serious. “I don't have anything to pay you with now.”
                  “Wow, he's just like you said.” Leah's hands went to her hips, as she gave him a cursory once over.
                  “David, didn't we just go over this? Do you really want the city defending you? Mathers probably has them in their pockets.”
                  “Well, no,” he started, “but you can't keep—”
                  “Christ, man, you're not my mom. Don't tell me what I can and can't do. And besides, this was Leah's decision. If you want to convince someone, start with her, and good luck with that. I haven't won an argument against her since she passed the bar.”
                  The last thing he wanted to do was kick a gift horse in the mouth at this particular juncture, but he didn't know if he would ever get used to Marshall supporting him so. He'd thought he would be on his own feet by this point, and the disappointment stung.
    David exhaled hotly and held his hand out to Leah with a small smile. “Nice to finally meet you.”
                  “Likewise. I was beginning to think I'd never see the elusive David.”
                  “I assure you, it's more a trial than luck that we met. You'll see that soon enough.”
                  “I think you might underestimate me slightly.” The dark-haired woman's expression turned mischievous. “Marshall wasn't bluffing when he said I'm one of the best. So, let's get back to the office and see what we have to work with here.”
                  Somehow, he didn't think it would be much.
                  If he wanted this situation to work to his advantage at all, he would have to tell Leah the truth. Divulging to Marshall, who he'd known for years, was one thing; but, telling Marshall’s sister would be quite another. She was a woman and would probably be quick to see Charlotte's side of things. He deceived her, and though the ruthlessness of his methods had abated somewhat, he'd intended to keep lying