“Dr. Steven Patterson was just in to see me.” Kincaid said, “He was on the news this morning. Damned shame.
What did he want with you?” “He asked me to defend his daughter.Kincaid looked at David, surprised.
You’re not a criminal defense lawyer.” “I told him that.” “Well, then.Kincaid was thoughtful for a moment.
You know. I’d like to get Dr. Patterson as a client. He’s very influential. He could bring a lot of business to this firm.
He has connections with several medical organizations that—” “There’s more.Kincaid looked at David, quizzically.
“Oh?”I promised him I’d talk to his daughter.” “I see. Well, I suppose there’s no harm in that.
Talk to her, and then we’ll find a good defense attorney to represent her.” “That’s my plan.”
“Good. We’ll be building up some points with him. You go ahead.” He smiled. “I’ll see you at five o’clock.”
“Right. Thank you, Joseph.” As David walked back to his office, he wondered to himself.
Why in the world would Dr. Patterson insist on having me represent his daughter?
Chapter Twelve
At the Santa Clara County Jail, Ashley Patterson sat in her cell, too traumatized to try to make sense of how she got there.
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