“Close at his heels followed Assistant District Attorney Sean Mathis. “Detective Swift!” called Bronze. Swift raised his eyebrows. Mathis pushed in front of Bronze, slightly out of breath. “Sasha Bellstein. Your third from the car. He called a lawyer in New Jersey; he’s advised the kid not to talk to you. Told him to sit tight, doesn’t need to talk to anyone, ‘they’re not going to charge,’ he says, ‘and they’ll have to let you go.’” Swift held out his hand. “You’re the new ADA. I...’m John Swift.” “Yes, I know.” They shook. Mathis was unsmiling and looked tired despite his crisp suit. “We talk?” “I’m in the middle of an interrogation, Mr. Mathis, and—” “Really need to talk urgently,” Mathis said. Swift saw a speck of sleep still left in the corner of the man’s eye, and could smell the cologne rising from him in a fog.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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