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you call me back?"
    "I promise. But don't sit by the phone waiting because sometimes it takes a while for him to return the call. Why don't you go make yourself some tea, or lie down and relax for a bit? Okay?"
    "I'll try," she said, not very convincingly.
    After we hung up, I dialed the direct line of Nick Dimitropoulos, State Attorney, rising star, son of a senator, and my arch-enemy.  If you look up the word 'arch' in the dictionary, you'll find that it refers to a person with an amused feeling of being superior to or knowing more than other people. Next to that definition, you'll see a picture of Nick D. Oh wai t, that's just in my dictionary.
    I come by my feelings for Nick, honestly. He's the one who went after my disabled cousin, Adam, a year earlier and tried to pin a murder on him using only circumstantial evidence and a truckload of political ambition. We finally reached a truce after I convinced him to focus on the real killer. He ended up looking like a hero, with his picture in the paper and all the accolades to go with it, so he owed me one, and he knew it. Politicians always keep score of favors, even wannabe politicians. Especially wannabe politicians.
    "Nick Dimitropoulos."
    Hearing his voice, I pictured him at his desk with his chiseled jaw and perfectly trimmed nails. He'd be wearing the latest from Armani, shiny wingtip shoes (with or without tassels) and not one hair out of place. His desk would be neatly organized and equipped with the best technology money can buy.
    "Jamie Qu inn here, how's it going, Nick?"
    "Hello Quinn--I didn't expect to hear from you so soon."
    I laughed. "So soon? It's been a year since I helped you get your picture in the paper."
    "For your information, Quinn, my picture is in the paper all the time. And for all the right reasons."
    "I don't doubt that for a minute, Nick…" I hesitated, unsure exactly how to proceed.
    "So, Quinn, what can I do for you? Are you looking for a reference?"
    I burst out la ughing. "You're kidding, right?"
    " Of course I am. What's up?"
    "Well, I have a client--"
    "Another cousin of yours?"
    "Funny one, Nick. And no, not a cousin. One of my clients received a call from your office this morning asking her to come in. I'd like to know why."
    "What's her name?"
    "Becca Solomon."
    "I'm familiar with that case."
    "It's a case? Why is it a case? Her husband was found dead last Friday, but she knew nothing about it. She was waiting for him to pick up the kids."
    There was a pause as Nick seemed to consider what information he was willing to share .
    "Quinn, I shouldn't be telling you this, but Joe Solomon died from a combination of a lcohol and sleeping pills."
    "I don't fol low. Why shouldn't you tell me?"
    " Because they were your client's sleeping pills."
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 16
    "There must be an explanation--"I sputtered.
    "There's always an explanation," Nick said. "But it m ay not be the one you want to hear."
    "I 'll keep an open mind, thank-you, and I'd advise you to do the same. Remember the last time you went for the low-hanging fruit? You had the wrong guy. Lawsuits have been filed for less, Nick. I'm just sayin'."
    "I'm not worried, Quinn."
    He was hard to rattle, I'll give him that.
    "I assume your client will be calling us to set an appointment?" he asked with his usual smugness. "Or do you want to set it now?"
    "I'll call you back," I said, trying to buy some time.
    I was amazed to find myself, once again, embroiled in a criminal case. How does this keep happening to me? My business card says 'Family Law Attorney' on it, plain as day. And poor Becca!  Before I called her and pushed her right off that ledge she was teetering on, I needed to get some advice so I could guide her in the right direction. She seemed so helpless, so broken. I knew just who to call: Susan Doyle, public defender extraordinaire. Susan had been invaluable when my cousin, Adam, was accused of murder; without her, I