Rita said.
“He is,” Jesse said.
“How stalwart of him to admit it,” Rita said.
“We have Candace Pennington’s sworn
statement that Kevin Feeney,
Bo Marino, and Troy Drake raped her and photographed her naked.”
“Hardly a disinterested observer,” Rita said.
Martin Reagan said, “Rita, let’s wait until we get into court to
try the case. We simply want to question the suspects, and they simply wanted their attorney present.”
“Which would be me,” Rita said. She
glanced at Feldman beside
her, “and of course Barry.”
“Barry Feldman,” the other lawyer said.
Jesse nodded. He looked at Troy Drake.
“You got anything you want to say, Troy?”
Troy Drake was very blond with a full-lipped sulky mouth that made him look vaguely like Carly Simon. His mother was as blond as he was, and had the same sulky mouth.
“I’ve advised my clients not to discuss the case,” Rita
said.
Feldman nodded.
“You all planning to take her advice?”
Jesse
said.
No one at the table spoke.
“Okay,” Jesse said. “These
officers will read you your rights
and escort you to your cell.”
“You already arrested me and I got released to my old man,” Bo
said.
“That was for a different crime,” Jesse said. “This is a new
arrest.”
“Can they do this?” Mrs. Drake said.
“I’ll have them out in a few
hours,” Rita said.
“I’m going to ask for remand,”
Reagan said.
“Marty, don’t be ridiculous,”
Rita said. “These are
children.”
“So is Candace Pennington,” Reagan said.
“They can’t put my son in jail,”
Mrs. Drake said. “I know he
didn’t do anything.”
Mrs. Marino was crying. Mr. Marino was red-faced.
“You better keep my kid out of jail,” he said to
Rita.
“Mr. Marino,” Rita said. “I am
the chief criminal litigator at
Cone Oakes and Belding. I’m about as good as it gets. You don’t
frighten me. Nothing does, and it is not in your best interest to annoy me.”
Marino looked startled.
“The boys may have to spend the night in jail, but we can get
